I am not really the kind of person who bullies anyone. I don’t attack people just because they make me mad.
Or eat their noose boogie. Or fart and find it funny.
I attack when they eye my chicken legs.
I’m quite the peaceful tolerant person. And that totally doesn’t work in kindergarten. Or nursery. Or school. Or college. Or camp night.
My tryst with the painful experience of being bludgeoned happened during nursery.
Now maybe not everyone is going to agree with me on this(of course those lucky and relieved ones!), especially not au courant time but for me and many around me it is as nail-bitingly awkward to have a sex-discussion with my parents as nervously awkward hocking a loogie whilst talking to my crush is(and of course embarrassing). It’s as if you never know what to say next. It could make the situation more perplexing than it is. It could turn into an event(horrific moment) where things start to turn against you and your secrets start amping out(you don’t do sex discussions with your parents, hell ya you know what secrets I’m talking about!).Or maybe worse. For me, on the other hand, it was a moment of awkward silence followed by a kiddie giggle(mind you that wasn’t me).