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No More Yanking Hair Affair

As an introvert at heart, I have always found difficulty in approaching other people –even those who can actually be considered as my acquaintances. This resulted in several cautious introductions with strangers, awkward conversations with others, and terrible flops in relationships. I gradually improved my interactive skills through the years, but there were countless of tales to tell about my misadventures as an antisocial child.

I could still vividly remember that when I was in kindergarten, I usually wear a stony expression on my rigid face. With my eyebrows unnaturally high and my eyes screaming just plain evil, or so many others say, I believed my features were just not cut out for amity. I did not even bother to give effort in smiling to compensate for my frosty demeanor since I did not even know how to smile. All I could manage back then was a creepy grimace. Consequently, I was not surprised when there was not a brave soul who tried befriending me for the whole academic year.

It did not help that I had a nasty temperament during that time. I was far worse whenever I was on the streets as I frequently use vulgarities I acquired from the rather unfriendly neighborhood I grew up in, but I have cunningly hidden that side of me in school. I had a reputation to keep at that time as I was ranked first in our class. I was wary to make a single mistake that might taint the clean record I wanted to keep. Although, my classmates did not miss that I am very irritable and impatient, and so they would cower in fear whenever I would send them my infamous glare.

The fact that I could somehow control other students probably got into my head; thus, I would use this power from time to time. Now that I think about it, I was actually a class bully, only on a minor degree considering my young age. Still, I would direct others according to my wishes, and they would obey in fear.

But then came a time when my tyrannical tendency took off a step too far than what was acceptable. It was time to go home then, and everyone was rushing to form a single neat line to be formally dismissed. I was a bit slow in fixing my things, and so when I finished, I was adamant to get to the line. But apparently, there was a girl who was even slower than me. She was blocking my way as she packed her things. I told her to move over so I can pass through, but she told me to wait.

My eyes turned red. In a matter of seconds, she was crying, and I was staring at a mass of hair I was holding in my hands.

Realization came on me. I just made a classmate cry by pulling her hair. Without knowing what to do in such a situation, I stood there, rooted on my original spot, and started crying as well. I guess even though I was a bully then, I do not exactly possess the heart of one. I felt guilty to the core. Forget about records, all I could think of was how to make it up to my classmate.

Soon enough, the teacher came to her aid after being informed by our classmates. I was made to stay behind as the girl was consoled and sent home along with the rest of my classmates.

I could only vaguely remember what the teacher told me at that time, but certainly, the lesson was learned. I have no right to hurt anyone under any circumstance. After all, I would also be hurt in one way or another as my conscience would never rest until I have compensated for whatever I have done wrong.

On a side note, the girl has been one of my most cherished best friends even up to now. It has been 11 years since the incident, mind you. It made me realize how amazing fate works in our lives. As I have never forgotten this occurrence, I have learned to forgive easily if I want to be forgiven as well.

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Posted on April 3rd, 2013 by simplejoys


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