Kids Are Cruel. - justin_guber

Kids Are Cruel.

A friend of mine who read this blog once remarked that whilst there's a section called 'Friends & Foes', I never seem to write about the latter. One of the reasons could be because I don't sincerely hate that many people. I do, in fact, have a list of dogg-licking-anal-remnants who I wish were beaten by a gang of stone cold motherfuckers before running a train on them.

Surprisingly, two new people managed to make that very short list this and last year. My only question is, now that I have the place to, should I?

After all, some of my friends have requested that I don't write about them, and I have nothing but good things to say about them, so what about those that I have intense feelings of hate for?

Perhaps we should start with the beginning, the bringer of hate, a rudebwoy wannabe centre-parted-with-an-undercut-easy-geezer-public-schoolboy-Patel named Niraj.

Niraj acted like he was a friend throughout my first year of GCSE's. Niraj and his crew asked me to hang out with them whilst we had French exchanges, so all our French friends could all hang out together. I had a crush on my French Exchange. Niraj went out with her.

I later found out that the only reason they all hung out with me was so that my French exchange, Alice, could hang out with them. They had no use for me, other than to bring Alice from point A to point B. I was expendable, as they all proved after the whole French exchange thing was done and they never spoke to me again.

If you remember the posts I've put up, he was the one I got into a fight with whilst all those people I thought were friends stood around us in a circle shouting his name in support. He'd be what some would say one of the more cooler kids in school, whilst I was the geek in NHS specs and a black overcoat, playing Sega or Warhammer and reading comic books. I was the funny Chinese looking kid with the American accent. He was in like fuckin' Flynn.

Throughout my whole time in that school, I hated his fucking guts and wished to God that the tables turned when I got into that fight with him. Whenever I look back I wish I kicked the shit out of him, beaten his face to a bloody pulp and thwack him with a cricket bat.

Make a move on the girl I fancy? No prob. Shun me out after you got what you want? That ain't cool. Beat me up? Fuckin' last straw.

Niraj was the first one to make the list. Funny how you remember the things you hate from your past more than the things you love. I was thirteen. Heh.

3.2.05 10:59

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