Boys Will Be Boys

 

Boys Will Be Boys 

I want to share with you a true life story about one of the most annoying kids in school. His antics were variations on a theme. He annoyed everybody. 

However, in the way of things, he was also a great and insightful teacher. This is what people needed to understand about him. I will explain.

The first time I encountered him up to his antics, he grabbed hold of my hand by the wrist, and began hitting it against my own face whilst he was shouting the words, “Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!” 

On one level he did it for attention-validation. Some of the other kids around laughed. It was funny. I pulled my wrist out of his hands and growled at him, of course. 

The next time I encountered him up to his antics, again he gripped my wrist but this time he hit himself in the face with my hand, while he shouted, “Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!” 

This time I did not growl at him. I gripped him by the wrist, looked him in the eye and told him if he ever bothers me again, I will hit him myself and he won’t be able to say “stop hitting me” because he won’t have any teeth left. 

He completely avoided me after that and went to play his tricks on other people. I was glad about that because I sincerely do not wish harm upon anybody. I did not want to have to be put in the position where I had to make good on my threat, although I knew he would probably run faster than I could catch him if it came to that. Thankfully it didn’t.

Even at the time he was gripping my wrist, I could recognise there was another level of perception occurring.

I described him as a teacher. What he taught me in those two incidents is something which can best be taught by putting somebody through the process which he put me through. He understood something, an insight, which he transmitted it to me directly.

Here, in this message, I am attempting to teach the same thing using words. It is not as easy as his method.

The next example I can give to transmit this awareness in words came later when I learned about a thing called ‘false flag attacks’. 

People who did not witness with their eyes but heard with their ears, assumed that I had hit the boy because he was shouting; “stop hitting me stop hitting me.”

Thankfully, our class teacher was present in the room. She knew what the boy was like. She’d seen him do this to other children. So she did not tell me off for hitting him. 

I did not hit him. Some of the dumb kids in the back of the class who were not paying any attention, to this day probably continue to believe that I had hit him, from what they had heard. 

On the second occasion, because he previously antagonised me, it was more believable that I was hitting him, plus he was gripping my wrist and using my hand to slap himself in the face with it. 

Were I to have to explain to an Authority using those words, that ‘he was gripping my wrist and using it to slap himself in the face with it’ and adding ‘until I was able to pull my wrist free from his grip’, it does sound like a lame excuse.

This is how these little shits get people into trouble. But it’s also how they teach you to be observant.

We live in a world where there’s always a war going on somewhere. We live in a world where both sides of the war are blaming each other for things they are themselves doing. 

Often, people can be manipulated, deceived, into believing something has happened, which is not what has truthfully happened. Those third parties then get involved, as an ally to one side or the other.

That kid in school taught me to question everything. He was perhaps the best teacher in that whole school. 

I feel sorry for people who have not learned to question everything, nor the importance of questioning everything.

But I do not let empathising for those ignorant, useful idiots, get in the way of my use of critical thinking.

He was my favourite bully.

Next time I’ll tell you about my least favourite bullies. Those lessons are not PG rated.