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Discrimination
Fat, thin, inch, gnome, Gipsy, black, Jewish, gay, ugly... so tossing around today's youth with the words, as if it had to. I do not care whether the intended prey is just enough trouble without them as well.
Many people are faced with a sense of exclusion. If you are a littlebit different from the big crowd,you are no longer accepted as a human. There are many ways they can show their dissatisfaction. Hurtful words with deeds. Or simply the fact that they leave us hanging, did not care about us. We are nothing in their eyes.
A man is in many ways different from the rest. Maybe skin color, physical or mental disability, or a person may be discriminated against because of stylistic differences.
In this case, the man is left behind, it feels like no one likes them and no one can bear their company. Sometimes you only need a friend, who is not left behind who doesn't hurt you, who doesn't let others to hurt you.
This problem is especially characteristic of today's teenagers. They like to separate small clans to disperse, and can only be used in certain types of people in his small their team. But there's always someone who fits none of the alliance. Left alone, and if left behind for a long time, eats up the sorrow and loneliness.
People who wear black clothes: Lot of rocker or goth choose this style because they feel comfortable in it and not because of they like silver cross necklace or stockings. No, I do not wear black dress as a fashion everyday. Many trial or reach him by these young people. My story started in elementery school or in the kindergarten. I was never good enough for anyone. I was small and inconspicuous. The boys hated me because I was a girl. The girls hated me because I boyishly acted and fought. I fit nowhere really. So it has always been, then just come new obstacles. We had to move. Nothing like a miserable child, as if you have to move out. Of course, the new school was not only a problem, until now, there has been formed a small group and I was not good either. In addition, I was the new girl. I do not need anyone. A kleptomaniac guy was better loved than I was, who I was sure the latest source of livelihood.
Half year later we had to move out from that place. Of course I'm not the new school favorite. Third through eighth grade since I had to stay there. Only negative indicators were flying into my face. Sometimes you hit me a stray soul, but one of 'friendship' did not last long. You do not have to tell you how delighted I was when I made it, I could leave this place. For me secondary school was the salvation. You can also retired a vocational art school, because where else can you find friends if you are not an art school.
Here I finally found my happiness. They have become my friends. I was not feeling all day that I want to go into the world and leave it all behind me. I felt like I finally LIVE!
I managed to create the conditions idyllic world around me where the sky is always blue, the flowers are fragrant and guardian angels watching over me. In my life, as if everything had started to sing, and almost blew up the colors. Since I reached this state, and I recorded what I wanted around me, shining chains, I'm trying to help others not to bad. I'll help where I can, I try to provide support to the lost.
Because there is a way out of the woods when a helping hand is pulled out.
Petronella
Pszichiátria Magazint a Nemzeti Média- és Hírközlési Hatóság, nyilvántartásba vette, hivatalos elektronikus sajtótermékként!
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