Daily Prompt: Predictions

There are 344 days remaining in the year. Describe what you’d like to be doing on day 211. (Hint: that’s July 30th.)

Photographers, artists, poets: show us the FUTURE.

Usually my brother and I don’t get along at all. We are exact opposites in every way imaginable. We both have completely different interests, completely different looks, completely different ways of approaching things, etc. That being said July 30th is the only day we get along. It’s his birthday.

This one day I make him feel even more in the centre of attention (he’s a bit of a drama queen) and make an effort to not get annoyed. I usually get him a present too, something quite large and reasonably expensive too! It’s my way of trying to get to him and try to make a fresh year. As he gets older by another year, I expect a certain level of maturity, more so every year. This is natural of course.

When my brother was born I thought (or so I was told by our mum) that my little brother was the most wonderful thing in the universe. When we were little he would come with the other four of us to play in our village where we lived at the time, and we had a lot of fun together. Then when we moved away from the village things became more turbulent. My brother is and always has been a softy. He used to hate water-fights, because he didn’t like being the victim even if everyone else was also getting soaked! When we moved into the city, he had to move school, and this caused him a lot of problems.

He used to get bullied by older kids at primary school. This stopped happening after he had made some friends in his year, however I remember him staying off school a lot because he hated it so much. He wouldn’t let our mum leave him alone. It was quite scary to watch someone be petrifying by the idea of school, something I’ve never particularly disliked (although he and I went to very different schools). He made it though his primary years though, and by the end he was much more confident. His next task then was to move up to high school, and this also proved difficult for him. When he moved into his first year at high school, much older, bigger kids would tease and swear at him, and, for him, I think this was like a recurring nightmare. For several weeks he was quite shaky, however when he came out of it you could sense a change. He had become so much more unforgiving, so much older.

This was the biggest change in his attitude towards our mum and I, and he would get annoyed by everything we did, shouting verbal abuse all the time. He never did any work, and I think he just has no motivation. I can just imagine the thoughts running through his head, “No one’s ever helped me so why should I help them?“. This in itself is silly because our mum especially has always been very supportive of us. However I think there’s an interesting idea here.

Everyone goes on about kids entering their “teenage years” and how it will bring mayhem and so forth. This being said, I think the cause of this is because of all these new experiences. I think that people overestimate the stress capacity of such a young mind. I would know. I think that teachers should be  more forgiving and helpful to young teens who find the whole experience of moving to a bigger school with older, bigger, often meaner kids very stressful and wearing. That should be the future.

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Daily Prompt: The Outsiders

Tell us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us OUTSIDE.

I have spoken of, on this blog, of the bullies I had to put up with at primary school and early high school. It was torture. I was a small kid, the youngest in his year by several months, from the rural countryside with a slight lisp (which left as I moved towards upper primary). I had just moved to the city to attend school, and I was travelling for two hours up and two hours back in a car to get to and from school. Exhausting physically and mentally on an eight year old kid who knew nothing of city life, who got a bad time from inconsiderate teachers who knew nothing of the feeling of being on the outside.

People underestimate the power of small kids on other kids. Even in what I thought was a modern society to be growing up in I got a bad time, and this affected my schoolwork. I got annoyed, I got stressed out – yet I managed to keep myself in check better than the bullies who got away with murder, so to speak. It’s frustrating even now for me to have someone disregard your efforts, through all you may encounter in life.  Some people may say that by hating others disregarding your efforts you are a self-centred person. Well it’s the exact opposite because I hate being centre of attention, I generally don’t think about myself.

I spent last night writing two pages of thoughts (which I never do) on paper, explaining to myself what I feel like, gaining some kind of idea of what might be the cause of what I’m feeling right now, even if it isn’t dealing with bullies. Complications have made me somewhat uneasy and now I have this buzzing energy inside my head, noticeably at night, like I’m on edge. This has resulted in a week’s worth of insomnia. I’d prefer not to say what it is that’s bothering me on the blog, but I can tell you this: I feel like I did. I feel like an outsider. I feel like my efforts are doing no good. I want to do good. I heard a Priest (which is surprising since I am not religious in any shape or form) tell the story of the three brothers, the camels and the Magi, which is also a popular maths puzzle. Despite not being religious there is a lesson learnt here:

“No matter how poor you are, you can share and give emotionally, physically and in your worldly belongings. By not sharing and giving these things, even if you yourself are poor, you will never get anything out of it. Nothing will come of it. But by sharing you will help. You may [such as in the story he told] even get a profit.”

It caught my ear, because it is of particular relevance to myself. I give. I am actively giving more. I am actively learn how to give more. But what happens when you lose faith in yourself? What happens when you feel singled out? You begin to feel on the outside.