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Time for me to share a random sad story from 7th grade.
7th grade me wasn't very popular in school and was still getting over trauma from being bullied in primary school.
One day, I politely held a door open for my primary school bullies...
7th grade me wasn't very popular in school and was still getting over trauma from being bullied in primary school.
One day, I politely held a door open for my primary school bullies...
I got a little ahead of myself. I felt proud of myself for being courteous to someone I disliked, so I beamed and said, kind of vacantly, "I'm a nice person."
And then immediately one of the bullies said, "You're not a nice person."
And then immediately one of the bullies said, "You're not a nice person."
I was so shocked at someone flat out contradicting me after I praised myself. Soon after the interaction, I started crying.
Sometimes, whenever I think about how afraid I am of bragging or looking like I'm talking myself up, I wonder if the fear is rooted in that incident.
Sometimes, whenever I think about how afraid I am of bragging or looking like I'm talking myself up, I wonder if the fear is rooted in that incident.
I sure was a snotty kid in other ways though... I took it for granted that I'd coast through life since I did well in school. It was easy to see how I could give off the impression that I was looking down on others. I can't really get mad at the bullies.
Decided to share this because I figure that there are probably quite a few people who are or were similar to me.
Try not to let trauma from 7th grade stop you from writing a proper resume or asking for a pay rise as an adult :')
Try not to let trauma from 7th grade stop you from writing a proper resume or asking for a pay rise as an adult :')
Worst thing about this thread is how I wrote "7th grade" like an American yet "primary school" like an Australian
