Silverdream wrote:Some people(read:pricks) judge me at my school but the majority is: You play with LEGO?! Holy Shit I wish I was that different!
I have never in my life met anyone who got excited about the prospect of being "different."
Silverdream wrote:I go to a school of nerds and hipsters. There was this kid who was a giant Piltogg jerk(He bullied jewish kids, dapper kids and was a giant prick) But his legs got broken by the scariest tenth grader ever. Anyways don't insult anyone named Justin Marti.
This reminds me of a story my dad tried to tell me once when I was a young lad, about some guy in his school who was a jerk to everyone, and then some other guy #2 who got fed up with the asshole.
Guy #2 came up with a two-by-four (the board kind, not the Lego brick kind) behind the asshole guy while he was walking home, baseball-batted him acrass the back of the head to knock him out, and then systematically set each bone of each limb across the curb and broke them one by one.
The story ends with my dad saying "that guy was a hero. everyone at school loved him -" - and then my mom walks in and my dad had to instantly reverse gears - "- he was a jerk, and no one liked him. Don't be like that guy."
My mom had this special knack for always arriving just in time to ruin my dad's good advice.