Today I experienced something I hoped I’d never have to: mental torment. Many kids, of whom I don’t even know, started asking me if I were gay. (Even so, if that’s the case, you don’t ask someone during the middle of class from across the room.)
Now being the kind of person I am, I enjoy confrontation – however, when I walked over to sharpen my pencil – one of the guys backed away from me like I had some sort of disease. I didn’t like this very much so I asked what his problem was, and he replied with the word ‘fag’ and other expletives. So I smiled at him, walked back to my seat, grabbed my bag, and headed to my English class to recite a memorization.
I realized that leaving him with just a smile, rather than insulting his intelligence, or lack thereof (because, let’s be honest, you couldn’t even get exempt from Financial Planning), I left him with no comment but a smile to piss him off even more.
My point here is, even though you can’t always ‘win’ with words, By simply smiling you can make them feel like what they’re doing is truly not affecting you. Would I have loved to punched him in the face and degrade his lack of intelligence? Sure, who wouldn’t; however, it’s better to be mature and walk away because in the end, I’m exempt and he’s there for the rest of the week and I won’t see him but walking in the hallways for the rest of my high school career.
And that concludes my rant for the night.