Poor Pussy

While browsing the internet i found this:

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Nothing to entirely crazy about this... except it immediately came back to me.
Like a war-flashback triggered by some stimuli.
We actually played that when i was in Kindergarten.
I couldn't have been older than 5 or 6 at the time.
Even then it was awkward and felt wrong somehow.
I didn't enjoy touching the others and liked them constantly touching me even less.
I was a joyless child.
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@BlueFox gui Apparently me when i was like 5 or 6.
 
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"Sonic" "Angel" "Knight" Boy, they work :creep:
 
@BlueFox gui i don't wnt to start an argument, but i really don't see how is it wrong.. come on, it's a game for small kids.
there are kids in a circle, one pretending to be a cat, the one pretending to be a cat has to meow to someone while that person rubs his head and says "poor pussy" (notice how king said in germany they dont even have the word pussy)

you guys are just thinking about it with your brains in "erection ready" mode
 
Yeah, I noticed the tags don't work. GG.
I personally don't recall playing a game like this, I just know of it.
Although I know as a child, I would have hated a game like this because I just hated other kids. I hated kids back then as much as I do now. It's amazing how little has changed in that respect in the past 20 years.
As an adult, this actually sounds like the kind of game would be fun when everyone is drunk.
 
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I just did not enjoy touching others and i liked it even less to constantly be touched.
I was a grim child.
 
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Kindergarten was a harrowing experience.
First grade was as well.
I refused any and all group-activities.
A teacher once said my backpack was messy and emptied it, angrily, over the floor and instructed me to pick it up and make it tidier.
I did not speak a single word, picked up nothing. Left without a backpack.
I returned the next day. With my mother.
She screamed at that woman until she had no breath left in her lung.
She made my teacher return my things to me, after she picked them up and put them back in my backpack.
My mother is a cold, vicious woman.
I love her to this day.
 
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I learned a valuable lesson then.
Be quiet, endure it. Show nothing of yourself.
Postpone the fight until the odds are in your favor.
Those are rules i live by.
 
you make me remember when i call my mom to solve a problem related to bullying, all my life i suffered bullying (until last year :/ )
when i was more younger had a guy in my class who was hitting me everyday, i was a kid even more compared to him, even more because he is fucking BIG and i am tiny and weak, he was more older than me so i couldn't do anything to solve it alone, so one day i called my mom i explained everything to her and she went with me to school, i shown to her who is the guy and she called the guy to talk with him, i heard just a little the convo between them, and for my surprise the guy convinced my mom that i was bullying him and make people laugh at him, i said "mom he is lying" so she stared at me and said to the guy "i will talk with him when he get back to home", so the guy just smalled to me and returned to the class laughing a lot, and even today my mom still don't belive on me :/
 
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I had a bully in 7th grade.
He did not like me and was very vocal about it.
I was an introverted boy and i avoided all aggression.
I remained quiet, remarked little, commented even less.
One day in class he sat close to me. He casually threw breadcrumbs at me.
Purposefully aiming at my head so it would stick in my hair.
I had never in my life been that angry before.
I was twitching and tense enough to jump.
It was the last class of the day.
I followed him until he stepped off the boardwalk and officially left school-property.
He was surrounded by his friends as i said "Excuse me, do you have a moment?"
That shit-eating grin on his face.
That fucking GRIN.
He turned around and immediately my fist hit his cheek and he went down.
Slowly i knelt above him and i only stopped punching his face when i had calmed down.
I said to him "Where are your friends now?", as they stood around him, quietly.
Then i got up and left to catch my bus.
From then on forward no one was anything but perfectly lovely and polite in my company.
 
about be quiet and don't talk with people i am kinda like you, but i never had the same courage as you to hit someone like that, since im not so strong, i am tiny compared to others and very fucking weak i never hitted someone but everyone always hit me, and if i could hit him his friends would help him hitting me, everyday i was angry and sad at school, i literally had fear to go to school everyday, until last year was like that, and if i try to punch someone even if i could they would try to hit me at the other day, its so stupid they always wanted to hit me for nothing, i never did anything wrong this is so fucking annoying
 
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No one will ever give you an award for fighting fair.
There is no medal for being honorable.
Under the chin, the temples, underneath the knee-joint, the knees, the windpipe, between the legs, the eyes and the spine.
It is not wether you win. It is that you show them that you had enough.
Hurt them enough and you are no longer an easy target.
Bullies are cowards. They do not enter fights with people that could hurt them.
If you are smart you can cripple an attacker even before the fight starts.
One time someone actually attacked me with a broken bottle.
Circled around him, kicked his knee-joint from the back with all the force i could muster.
A bottle is completely useless to you as a weapon, if you can barely stand, let alone walk.

But PLEASE, take into your consideration that i worked in private security for two-years full-time and now STILL work there part-time. While a fight no longer excites me much, take your own situation into consideration at all times!
If at all possible, a peaceful resolution is always to be preferred!
 
idk im fucking afraid even more because they are very fucking more stronger than me i literally don't have strength, they are in more number, like if i try to fight one every of them comes to me, its already happened before, they are bigger and stronger than me, so i do everything to avoid a fight, i just can't do anything :/
 
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A wound left untreated is guaranteed to fester.
You need to do SOMETHING.
I would advise you to visit stopbullying.gov
 

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