People of our generation, and our society in general I suppose, are so harsh. Insecure to the point of judging everyone else on everything possible, giving themselves a glimmer of self-satisfaction. Does it really take the feeling of putting someone down and feeling "better" than someone to make people happy? Have you ever tried complimenting someone? Surprising someone, being considerate, taking a moment out of your day to give them recognition for being a positive aspect in your life? I think if people realized what a better feeling it is to encourage people rather than to put them down, we'd all be in a better place.. People love insulting me. And I mean, I'm not surprised in the slightest. When you're feeling down, come dump your shit on me, there's plenty to talk about! I mean, why not? I grew up with a completely dysfunctional relationship with my Father, leaving me desperate for attention, which led to name calling and hatred in high school for being a "whore." I believe that word is used for girls that sleep with multiple people, and I didn't have sex in high school. People need to learn the difference between "whores" and generally flirty people. Flirting makes people feel good about themselves, and is harmless. Why not? Then I was pulled out of high school by my father, which people didn't understand. I heard multiple stories about it. It's funny hearing stories about yourself that people make up. I dropped out. I killed myself. I was pregnant. I was moved to a school for "troubled teens." Nope, don't think so. Last time I checked, I fell in love with a boy in a Romeo and Juliet situation, and fought to the death. That death being losing my high school experience and a giant portion of my reputation, but that's all neither here nor there. After dealing with alot of different situations, I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for suicidal thoughts. You would think people would handle these situations sensitively, people being suicidal and all. But no, the onslaught of insults steadily increased. I was kicked out then, was fired from a job for something that wasn't my fault, later that year kicked out of beauty school. Became pregnant shortly after with someone I hardly knew. It's not like me to sleep with people I don't know well, but things happen and there it was, a positive pregnancy test. That's a big one, right? One of the easiest things to call me out on, as if I don't already know I'm pregnant; As if I don't already know that the father is far from my expectations of a father for my child. I'm judged for things that are out of my control. People look at the glass half empty, never giving the benefit of the doubt. I kept my baby. I could have easily aborted, moved on, taken the secret to my grave. The point of this isn't to give you a pity party sob story, woe is me, etc. I have an amazing life right now. I'm four months pregnant with a beautiful, perfect baby. I have an amazing man who I'm completely in love with. I'm moving into an apartment in a month, my own perfect little slice of heaven. My life is fantastic. The point is, everyone has a past, and everyone has secrets, and I'm tired of people being bullied and pushed around from people who have no idea. Mind your own fucking business, ya' know? Deal with your own shit, let them deal with theirs. There are two sides to every story, and people need to learn to take the time to know both before they judge someone. A simple blog post will never fix this problem with humanity, but hey, I feel a little better.