Mmm so I have thought about this post before posting it, but I ended up realizing I have to do this, after all my blog is called ” My Story” and I had to share my feelings with whoever’s reading this post even though I doubt it will be seen .
I grew up in a big but forgotten city in Tunisia, I won’t name any names ‘cause that’s not the purpose of this post, but this place definitely had a huge impact on me, and I literally mean huge, its effect is still present in my personnality, how’s that ?? well that’s what I’ll write about now !
From the moment I opened my eye, I found myself in a very consernative place, I lived in a neighberhood filled with my Dad’s family, it was good, and I’m still living in that place, but I wasn’t like them, I was different, I wasn’t looking for my own profit even if that meant I have to hurt others, people used me ( not sexually or anything lool ) and pretended as if they cared about it and I believed that, ‘cause at the end ( like I said ) I thought people were like me when it comes to being yourself and loving others, I never thought this world could be so mean and dark .
I wasn’t technically bullied but I was teased for pretty much my whole life, and by ” teased ” I mean throwing sh**tty talk to me, even by those who were supposed to be my friends, I pretend to forget it and come back to the normal routine but I simply don’t, even jokes had an impact on me, ‘cause I believed that behind every joke there’s a meaning, I mean, why me ? why don’t they joke about others ? why do they come when they need something and run away when they simply get what they want ??
Society raised me in a wrong way, I learned some wrong facts and believed in them, I won’t lie, these stereotypes exist in nearly every place in this world but they were really intense here, like the fact that you have to be strong, ignore others and insult them, that just wasn’t me .
But hold on, these things don’t prove that my life was a hell, no it wasn’t, I actually like it, it taught me so many things and helped me to discover myself, I learned to see the real faces of people, these situation showed me who’s willing to help me and who’s not, like I said, I wasn’t ” bullied ” but I have gone through alot in this life, bittersweet moments, and I know what I’m talking about, I don’t want to sound pathetic and I don’t think I am right now, but I want to tell those who’re bullied : I can’t relate to you, but I definitely know how you feel, even if it’s 0.01% of what you’re going through