There was a boy I used to know - who went to elementary school and Sunday School with me. His name was Dan Smith. (No, really, that's not changing it, that's his name.) This evening, a conversation came up with my mother on the phone regarding random poop that happened to me when I was a kid, stemming from me telling her that my daughter is keeping her same teacher next year, and how that would be "good for her." I was telling her about other things that occurred to me - when Dan Smith came into conversation. She says, "That nice kid from church?" Yeah. That one.
I remember back in the eighth grade, when we were just a few seats away from each other in homeroom, you know, alphabetically. He tormented me. I was never that obese, but I was always fat. Chubby. Never "the BIGGEST" girl in my grade, but definitely in the top 10%.
Dan, would poke fun at me. Have you ever watched Airplane?
The poops going to hit the fan.
[In the office feces fly into a fan and fall down]
The fog is getting thicker.
Johnny: [hops onscreen] And Leon's getting LAAAAAAAAARGER!
Well, I never did watch the movie. After hearing LEON'S GETTING LARGER every day for a long time, do you think I wanted to? Believe me - I tried to ignore it, tried to fight it, anything. There's nothing you can do.
My mother says - "I never heard any of this?" Well, duh. I thought it was normal. People get crap. I got a lot of it, for years. My husband, got lots of it, too, and he never told anyone. Aren't people supposed to treat you like poop?
If I saw Dan Smith today? I'd hope he was morbidly obese. No, that's not fair. I don't know. He was one of the "nicer" jerks. He could have been a lot nastier.