Sometimes I think about the casual bullying that went on and wonder how many people still feel ashamed about normal, neutral, and honestly not even relevant things they do because of it.
There was this kid in my class whose nickname translated to “slowpoke” because them always fell asleep (dude was exhausted all the time, I can’t blame him)
There was another kid whose name sounded like “Nickels” and people always made fun of them and made jokes about tossing them around and using them as change and stuff
There was this other kid who was always made fun of for having messy hair, when they weren’t doing anything wrong by not having it perfectly neat and tidy in the morning
There was this kid a couple grades down who was targeted because they were Korean, and there really wasn’t an end to the jokes they made about them
There was a kid in my class, who I probably would’ve been great friends with in another timeline, but who was made fun of constantly for not being manly enough, and assumed to be gay
Another kid in my class was made fun of for being so thin (like, making fun of her on the assumption that she must have an eating disorder), and another was made fun of for being chubby
There were just so… so many awful, distasteful jokes, some very obviously wrong, and some that were just small things. I wish I could erase all of that shame for them