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Doesn't anyone believe in Dear Diary anymore? What happened to the joy of putting actual pen to paper? And why does every ordinary Jane and John think they can write well enough to burden the world with their scribblings? It’s a mystery that badly needs solving. My first entry contains my thoughts about blogging and will set your expectations. The rest will probably be stream of consciousness garbage, much like you’ll find on any other blog. Perhaps we will both come away enlightened.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Mean People Suck

Every year, there is some kid that figures out that Diminutive One is an easy target.

He has self-esteem issues stemming from his learning disability. But even more than that, he just hasn't figured out how to do the tit for tat thing that kids do. It baffles him why someone would want to waste their time doing something so petty and pointless as picking on someone else for sheer entertainment value.

And unforunately, despite the many explanations by both husband and I, he just doesn't get that ignoring someone who is trying to get your goat, will get theirs right back.

All of that makes him terribly fun to torment. Poor kid.

Last year we battled non-stop with a sly, sneaky little bastard who was a MASTER at crafting situations where Diminutive One would come out looking like the culprit, while he himself managed to escape any and all blame, having painted himself convincingly as either a hapless victim, a do-gooder, or an innocent bystander.

I am not a violent person, but on more than one occasion, I had to fight the urge to throttle that little fucker with my bare hands.

He is being homeschooled this year, a boon for which I am sure all the 5th grade teachers are breathing a huge sigh of relief and sending up prayers of gratitude.

But of course, the world is populated with kids and adults just like him, and it's no surprise that another class bully has taken his place this year, and is doing his level best to make Diminutive One miserable.

I had no idea anything was amiss and was blithely under the assumption that this year was going more smoothly for him. He hadn't complained, and we hadn't had any mysterious physical ailments necessitating a day home in bed.

It started like this:

"Mom...what's a hypocrite?"

"A hypocrite is someone who says one thing, but does another."

"I need an example."

"Liiiiiiiiiike...say someone tells you that smoking is bad and you shouldn't do it, but then they smoke."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"Tyler keeps calling me a hypocrite."

"Why would he call you that?"

"I have no idea. But I don't like it."

"You're not a hypocrite and I seriously doubt he would know if you were."

Now, Diminutive is a pretty smart cookie, and has a very extensive vocabulary. If he doesn't know the word, I guarantee you most other 5th graders don't either. And then there's the fact that very few 5th graders would recognize hypocrisy for what it is, much less be able to put a name to it. It's not a common thing in the realm of 10 year old life experience.

"Well then why does he keep calling me that??"

"I don't know. Probably just because it bugs you. But I bet he has no idea what that means and if you challenge him to explain it, he won't be able to."

He did and he couldn't. And that was the end of that. But, perhaps predictably, that was simply the impetus for the little knuckle dragger to think of new and even more insidious torments for my son.

Lately, his MO has been to deface all my son's artwork.

Because nature has, for reasons unknown, bestowed upon him an almost preternatural understanding of how to find and exploit weakness. Which, you know, why wouldn't a kid with the heart of a snake need such a skill?

Now, Diminutive One is an artist the way I am a writer. It's not a thing to do, it's who he is. He needs to create. Depriving him of that would be like depriving him of air.

He spends an inordinate amount of time and energy on all his creative outpourings. He gets pleasure and satisfaction from even the smallest creative endeavor.

So recently, Diminutive One came home red-faced, with tears of rage standing in his eyes. The kids had been assigned a project for Thanksgiving; make a card telling your parents why you are thankful for them. Diminutive One's card was beautiful; full of rich detail and embellishments.

As with all his artwork, he put his heart and soul into it. But this was even more special, because it was a labor of love.

He left it unattended to use the restroom and came back to find that his nemesis had crossed out "love" and written "hate" in heavy, lumbering letters that could not be sufficiently erased.

The card was ruined, and with it, Diminutive One's joy.

Because he thought that somehow, this child had hurt me. I assured him he hadn't. I promised him that nothing that child could say or do meant a thing to me, because he was simply not important enough for me to care.

That seemed to mollify him a bit, as did the fact that the other child was grievously punished.

But still the torments continued.

I met the child today, and realization dawned as I watched him interact with the other children in the class.

He is, quite simply, dumb as a box of rocks.

I mean, not mentally challenged, because he would be in Special Ed if he had a significant disability. But he is slow and stupid and unimaginative.

"Weah tawking about three little poants heah. Surely there is something can be dun."

"Is theah a Mister Gump...Mizzuz Gump?"


He's loud and boisterous and boorish. He uses his size and his brashness to make his way in the world.

And he will always be a bully.

He is compensating for everything he is not, and he hates my son for everything that he is.

I had suspected as much, but actually seeing it drove the point home.

During the party, I served food and chatted with the kids.

"Are you Diminutive One's Mom?" he asked.

"Yep."

He regarded me for a moment with dull eyes. He was trying to gauge how much I knew about the goings on between him and Diminutive One. I gave nothing away. I merely smiled and placed a cupcake on his plate.

God help me people, for I am an evil, evil woman. I admit to it now before my audience and before whatever diety is up there judging me.

What did I do? I made sure that during the "musical present" game, the music never stopped while he was holding the gift.

I know...I know...shame on me for picking on a halfwit.

Believe me, I feel just terrible about it.

No, really.

Of course, I didn't let it stop on my own child either, to avoid any suspicion of favoritism. Also, as there were only five gifts to go around, lots of other kids didn't end up with a prize either.

But neither that fact nor the the guilt, I'm sorry to say, kept me from feeling a small measure of perverse satisfaction.

Beause Mean People Suck.

And the only way to fight a bully is by using weapons they do not have in their own arsenal. In this case; wits.

I'm debating about whether I should tell Diminutive One what I did. I really, really shouldn't, but I kind of want to. He needs to know someone is on his side, even if it's only his dumb old Mom.

I wish I could always fight the mean people for him.

Sadly, it won't always be as easy as fucking with some pint sized peabrain.

I think I need to take a meeting with Bill Gates. I bet the other kids were merciless with poor little Billy.

But shit, what better way to get revenge than becoming the richest person in the universe?

Your day is coming my Diminutive One. I promise.

16 Comments:

  • At 11:26 AM, Blogger Avalon said…

    His day is coming. I assure you. he sounds like such a nice little boy with his heart in the right place.

    However, I would be afraid that my child might view me as a hypocrite if I told him that ignoring bullies is the most effective way to handle them, and then told him that I had done something sneaky to seek revenge on a bully.

    BA - truly no disrespect meant. That kid would have been lucky that I didn't spit in his cupcake.....but I think the meaning of the entire lesson might be confusing to DO.

     
  • At 12:31 PM, Blogger Traceytreasure said…

    I hate mean people!

    Give your D.O. a big hug from me!!

    Hugs to you too!!

     
  • At 1:51 PM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    Avalon, I'm not offended in the slightest. You're right. I've been wrestling with it, but haven't been able to be entirely objective. Your point is well taken.

     
  • At 2:14 PM, Blogger K said…

    Mean people do suck.

    It's one thing to mess with me, but it's another thing entirely to mess with my kid.

     
  • At 2:19 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Yet again, another post that tugs at my heartstrings and makes me laugh out loud!

    I hate bullies!!!! I too wish I could get my kids to learn how effective it can be to ignore someone.

     
  • At 2:44 PM, Anonymous Aprylsantics said…

    I thought you were going to say you licked or sneezed on the cupcake. Your way was much better, though.

     
  • At 3:50 PM, Blogger A Bite of Country Cupcakes said…

    Yes,Kids cann be just so damn cruel and just plain delight in making others miserable.
    I hope my kids can learn to be Resilient.
    The bullies though always have the parents that are'nt much better often!
    Parenting these days really takes guts,eh?
    All the best to your Son.

     
  • At 4:25 PM, Blogger the only daughter said…

    Your way was good, likely best. Kudos to you and your fine boy.

     
  • At 5:01 PM, Blogger IIDLYYCKMA said…

    Hug your child and tell him From Auntie Iidly that Karma will bite this rotten kid in the rear end. Maybe not tomorrow or next year but it will.

     
  • At 5:20 PM, Blogger Marit said…

    Can I just tell you how much I appreciate your blatant honesty? It's so very very refreshing!

     
  • At 10:52 PM, Blogger margalit said…

    Good on you. YOu and I both know that your son's issues are making it harder for him to understand why bullies exist. They don't get it. But you did the right thing, and I think you SHOULD explain it to D.O. so that he can understand that using your wits can accomplish a lot when another kid is dumb as a box of rocks. Teaching him how to outwit is a GOOD thing in his case.

     
  • At 11:06 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Well, I would have probably done the same thing. I'm not perfect at the best of times, but far far from it if I perceive my child has been hurt. I don't begrudge you the small revenge with the music - having a moment of power over a bully is a pretty satisfying feeling.

    Always remember, though - that there are two sides to every story and you are only hearing one. I have been fit to be tied over things that happened to my child, only to find out that things are not that simple - that my kid had a little bit to do with the conflict as well. Keep an open mind, and remember that this boy has a story too - you just don't know what it is yet.

    But, having said that - I have spent a couple of sleepless night plotting revenge against the meanies myself.

     
  • At 11:07 PM, Anonymous Tracy said…

    I was married to a bully for almost twenty years... yeah, mean people DO suck... and they piss me off. I wish I knew the answer...

    I'm glad you didn't give the gift :o)

     
  • At 1:47 AM, Blogger flutter said…

    mean people suck and blow. I will gladly kick some ass for D.O.

     
  • At 11:12 PM, OpenID wheelsonthebus said…

    that makes me furious. we had a bullying situation in london (3 year olds!) and it fucking broke my heart.

    there is no way i would have let the music stop for him. and his parents don't deserve a present, either.

     
  • At 3:12 PM, Blogger Amy Y said…

    I would have totally done that, too.
    And I think you should tell him.
    I think he'll feel better knowing you're in his corner (though he probably already does).

     

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