Legrandzilla Musings #10Besting BulliesLegrandzilla Musings #1012 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have one story you may enjoy, unless you are a bully.
If you are a bully, shame on you. Stop it.
The reason behind most bullying is fear. It is a cowardly occupation.
It is a means to keep the negative attention off yourself by focusing it on a perceived easy target.
It is deplorable, and it betrays a lack of intelligence and character.
So here is a story for you.
We called them the "Woods Brothers" I am sure they had first names, but they were always together and always looking for trouble. That is the only title I remember of them.
The younger brother was a couple years younger and quite smaller than me. The older brother was a year younger and a real thug.
Their family had a lot of dysfunction. I heard later after all this was over (for me at least) that their mom had committed suicide. Looking back, I feel sorry for all the kids. But, there is usually a reason behind the bullying, and their family situ
Fearless but FearfulI have never met someone so brave.Fearless but Fearful7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have never met someone so afraid.
... at the same time.
Ernesto and Marianna's bioAs done for Giulia here's Ernesto and Marianna's bio ^^Ernesto and Marianna's bio16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ernesto: Erny, or Niny (as Marianna calls)
They're both 36
Date of birth
Ernesto: March, 24
Marianna: November, 16
Ernesto: sensitive, sweet, intelligent, calm and kind. He's a gentleman,
Marianna: cheerful, lively, funny, and crazy, she's sometimes
a tomboy, but she's romantic
Ernesto: shy, insecure, and emotional
Marianna: loud, and often sassy
Ernesto: Reading good books, literature, drinking tea, classical music,
writing and staying with his family
Marianna: All kind of sports, metal music, staying with
friends and seeing funny Youtube videos
Ernesto: Sports, all types of racism, and rude people
Marianna: libraries, being bored and coffee
They're good at:
Ernesto: Art, Italian, listen
and understand his friends
A Day in the Life of my Socially Awkward SelfI wake up to the sound of Kendrick Lamar playing in the living room. Not ready for the day I pull the covers over my head and wish I was still sleeping. Eventually my mother calls for the third time and I have to drag myself out of bed. Still groggy I throw on whatever is quickest and begin hunting for socks. Once I find them I force my foot into some boots and put my hair in a sloppy bun seconds before I hear my carpool honk their horn. I scramble to find my phone and make sure my bag in packed before my mother shoos me out the door. I run down our concrete driveway and smell the odor of dog sh*t rush into my nose. I go to open the car door but I am quickly waved to the other side. Once seated I listen to the impatient grumbles of the driver while we wait for my mother to lock the door to our house. My friend, Meredith, sits across from me and her brother sits in the back seat. Both try to engage me in conversation but I only reply in one word answers until I can put in my headphones.A Day in the Life of my Socially Awkward Self4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This