I consider myself as a good debater, because of the reactions I get from people, my friends, and my friends. Some of my friends say I stand to what I believe in, that I should keep it up, and few advised that I should just poke their eyes and blackmail them. Hmm, tempting.
Whenever I debate, when they feel like they have nothing more to say and are about to lose, they make personal comments.
Meaning they're pissed with me, and are starting to look for flaws.
Indeed I've gotten some rude remarks, been called names, and yes, been discriminated a lot of times.
"What do you know, you're only fifteen!"
"Go shut your mouth and smoke pot like all the other teenagers there and stop talking as if you know what you're talking about!"
"Bury yourself in your hometown and stay there, monkey."
"You bitch get out."
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And what's shocking is that these people are from around the world, they consider themselves as good debaters, and that they're way older than I am. Some are ridiculously old, the oldest one I've ever debated was Clyde, and he's 84 years old. Yet he speaks like a teenager, slang, and he doesn't care if his I's aren't capitalized, even if his spelling's all wrong.
Before it didn't matter to me if they wrote like that, what mattered was if there was a point in what they're saying, if there was sense in their post. Others are hard-headed, the words are right under their noses and they still don't understand.
I'm a racist to this certain nationality (won't say what, I don't want to get hit by wooden spoons and tomatoes) just because of trauma. Every person I've met from that certain country was rude, perverted, and insensitive. Can you blame me? I don't think so, no.
I think we are all equal, our differences are only our individuality; and so my friend adds, skin colour, too. But we're all humans, we all have opinions and thoughts, we have choices, we have lives.
These people are older than me and should've known better, but they target me as if I spoke pig Latin.
As if I was an alien sharing out my views on how corn is made.
As if I blew their eyes away with my big frizzy hair. (Which I don't have.)
As if I came out naked in the showers.
As if they all spoke pig Latin and I spoke the correct Latin.
Well, then, I wish I spoke Latin.
But I wish they'd stop targeting me with names and such, and stop blocking me from several threads. Their views are very interesting to read, and from some of them I learn, but they keep insisting that I don't post because 'I don't know what I'm talking about', and that I'm an effin kid from a third world country. It's quite irritating. No, it IS irritating.
They even side with the girl who was only twelve years old! And applauded her because she knew what she was talking about.
"At least this girl knows her style! (insert clapping emoticon)"
My face sagged in rage, in disappointment, irritation, and yes, rage. Did I say rage? Yes, I said rage.
Because that twelve year old girl is a white, she's an American, and I'm this girl whose race is brown, (though I'm not brown) because I'm from a third world country, because I'm a stupid Asian. Sorry, I just feel ill towards these people. Racism is too much. Everybody picks on each other. Everybody scrutinizes one another. Someone has to find a flaw on this and that.
We were born to be different from one another, what we do with it is our choice! Enhance your assets and hide your flaws - we have to accept who we are, we have to accept what's given to us! We use our tongue to compliment things and talk things in a calm way, share thoughts and ideas and dreams and love. If everybody accepted each other, we would have had a better world, and talk discussions/debates in a professional way.
No need to be a racist; we are all the same. Individualism, and as my friend wisely puts, our skin colours are our only difference.
