On the 13yr old bullied boy who commited suicide

I will not debate over responcibilities and what should have been done.
It´s a rainy sunday in this part of Europe. Sundays here are loathsome as hell. Endless coffeshops wich ussualy burst with life and energy are empty. More personel than customers. But this Sunday is loneliness times million...just concentrated sadness. So you will forgive me for my darkish approach towards this subject because this afternoon is just perfect for a stroll on the other side of every day life.

Daniel was mercylessly bullied and everybody just turned their heads away. He left a soulbraking letter explaining everything. Clickhere to see http://www.unilad.co.uk/sensitive/heartbreaking-final-letter-of-bullied-schoolboy-who-commited-suicide/ .
Eventough it´s kids in elementary school and you would think it´s easy to take control and stop the thing as an adult. But somehow it overcomes us. The will of majority always prevails. We rearly brake control when there is collective punishing of a different individual. We rather go home and talk to others about this terrible thing we witnessed.

I was bullied in my early years and I did my share of bullying too. Later in high school I developed my skills to avoid it very well. In fact I became the opposite. An asshole who cares only about him self. And evryone »loved« me for it. I wouldn´t even listen to what a person wanted to tell me. I would either just start talking in the middle of their sentence or walk away when they started talking. And they ended up figting for my attention.
Aparently we are willing to give as long as the other side doesn´t want to accept it. It is noticable in all types of relationships and all aspects of a relationship.

Society smells you in the first second. Even today, when I´m trying not to step out it´s almost impossible. Is it the way you are dressed, the way you react, the micro moves that you do, I don´t know. But it seems like that experiment with monkeys in the cage, banana on top and cold showers as punishment.
Today I see the funny side and have great fun with it.
Click here to check the experiment http://www.wisdompills.com/2014/05/28/the-famous-social-experiment-5-monkeys-a-ladder/

Now you are probobly always somewhere in the golden middle. Not too exposed, not too much in the back. Daniel was way in the back but let´s look at the other extreme side of teeneage life.

My ex girlfriend was quite successful in judo. She was a hard worker from a working class family. She gave a farely reasnoble amount of work into results she got. There was another girl in her class worth mentioning. For the time will call her Katherine. Katherine´s father was a mayor of a small town where I grew up and as his daghuter she enjoid all the privileges that come along the way. I rember stories when a teacher in 3rd grade stopped a lecture because Katherine said her hands feel dry. Teacher took some hand moisturiser and started rubbing it into her hands.
Katherine was also beautiful. So she had all of the attention from boys.
Now if Katherine and Daniel ever met they would ask eachother how was their day. Strange things would come to the surface.

It is funny, how some pople have to put tremendous amounts of work into little things they have. Love. How unreachable it is for those who don´t fit the bill. Friends. Everything is overcomable when you have a loving friend or two.

I do appreciate a good quality irony even on my tab but I have noticed one pattern in this funny life. We always get what we deserve or need. And what we need is not necisarely what we want. But can we handle what is necesary to overcome fro whatever reasons? Most of the time. It´s good to have a friend.

As I´m finishing this article on a beautiful Monday morning, coffeshops are full again, sun is busting up here in Congress Square and a sparrow just landed on my table and gave me this funny look.

Take care of yourself and others.