Philosoraptor
I was one of those weird, loner kids in high school
I remember the high school years as very painful and lonely. For some kids its a blast to be in high school, on the football team, on the cheer leading squad, etc., but for the weirdo kids, the loners and misfits and outcasts, high school is hell.
I was like the latest weirdo shooter, I often daydreamed about taking my dad's 44 magnum to school and shooting the bullies who always picked on me, and then wasting the teachers that I hated. I don't know if other kids had the kind of daydreams I had, but I'm just being honest, I was a freako, weirdo, nerd, who the bullies loved to pick on, and I had no courage to fight back or defend myself.
I was one miserable, ****ed up kid, but back then, they had no school psychiatrists, only useless counselors.
Every time another one of these horrible school shootings occur I always think of my painful years in high school, and I'm very uncomfortable remembering how I was, and how similar to the shooters I was.
I wish I didn't relate to these killer kids so much, I wish my high school years had been brighter, and I feel so bad for kids like this latest devil who couldn't control himself any longer and snapped. Sympathy for the devil I guess.
Were YOU one of 'those' kids? Do you know of one of those kids? Kids like that need a little extra attention, and a little extra observation, and a little understanding. Today schools are more aware of bullying, and now there's cyber-bullying. Today's kids have a lot more for their heads to wrap around than I did, but kids are still kids, and some of them are living in severe mental pain.
Awwwww, poor wittle DUmmie...

No, really, it does....

Here is one thing you and I have in common, misfit: We were both picked on in school. That is where the similarity ends, though. Unlike you, I decided to take control of my situation and end the problem. When I discovered the joys of football, wrestling, and weight lifting, the bullying stopped. Through weight lifting and athletic conditioning, I became bigger, faster, and stronger. Close contact sports like football and wrestling meant that I had carte blanche to dish out as much punishment as I possibly could to those who tormented me when I was younger. When they figured out that the skinny kid they used to pick on could put them on their asses at will, the bullshit stopped.
Also, unlike you, I refused to let high school define the rest of my life nor do I wallow in misery over something that happened decades ago. I have
nothing in common with these little shits that shoot up unarmed people and that is because I refuse to be, like you, a whiny bitch. Maybe if some of these kids were taught some reality instead of having cowardly weaklings (like you) coddling them, they might have hardened up a bit and been better prepared for that big, bad world outside of the front door. For those that actually needed help, maybe they would have gotten it instead of having to deal with a saturated system in which "teachers" deposited the kids they didn't want to deal with.
I had no pills to help me then, no psychotropic meds for depression or dyslexia, which I have too, I had no adults to understand or comfort me, and somehow I survived to today.
Neither did I, but I have done a hell of a lot better than you. My mother was there to pick me up, kick me in the pants, and not let me feel sorry for myself. It works really well for most, maybe someone should have tried it on you?
Suffer the little children to come unto me.
Oh, look! It's mopaul Christ!

****in' idiot...