When I was 6, I was once deeply gutted by the realization that I'd never know the inner life of a class bully. This was a core theory-of-mind moment, when it dawned on me that I'd *never* be able to see the world the way anyone else saw it.
Oh, later on I'd sometimes try to "be understood", as silly humans do--but I'd always come back to that early lesson, that we all live with "self-evident" truths others can never know as we know them.
Good lesson, if tough.
So thank you Robert--ya stinker!
Ooooooh, you gave me an idea for a poem! I think I need to write a few choice words about my class bully. His name was Lazlo, so I already have a title. 😡 😂
🤣 I was too innocent to think of that at the time of the bullying, but if I ever see him again, you know I won't be afraid to let him have it!!!
As a wee sprog, I tried to insist on being called Margaret, with all the syllables, so the kids very logically called me by proximate words with three syllables. I was "Margarine" and "Cigarette" for a year.
Still better than the Grade 4 teacher who would shout "Hey, Shrimp!" down the hall, at the little 2nd-grader going upstairs to take math with the 6th-graders, though!
🙃 Elementary was a trip, eh?
Children will work with whatever materials they have. 😂
Ah, the body-humour classics.
I *want* to say that it's a special phase in human development, but... I'm not entirely sure when humans grow out of it? 😬
@stueytheround @MLClark @LiseL my last name has "joke" in its pronunciation. One of the many things I was tormented with.