It's hard enough growing up in this peer pressured world without
being ridiculed. To have your name immortalized in fear by the tyrants that we
try to maintain as friends or at least friendly’s. Our every thought is
consumed by being accepted and pressured to fit in. We often do things that go
against who we are just to bask in that moment's glory, eventually to be slammed
back down to reality.
Every teen faces this mockery of existence. We travel along
our borrowed time bouncing from one emotion to the next without giving anyone
of them a chance to make a difference. Our lives blindly revolve around the
fashion that is forced in our face to keep us hip. We are the clock that ticks
in the heartbeat of life, but we have no control over our systematically
This is not even the beginning of the wretched world that we
must live in. There is more to the story of life that is bombarded on us in ritualistic,
rhythmic patterns. The biggest is hate. Every hour, there is some report, some
news flash of hate that penetrates our emotional battered lives. There are many
forms of hate on several different levels. The worst is the hate that happens
when a person is just different than those around them.
So when a teen starts to realize they is different, and does
not have the emotional or physical support to justify their ability to reason,
that is when the downfall emerges. The ridicule that one faces in these public
displays of contempt is everlasting and emotionally scarring.
To be gay in a world that fears what it doesn't understand
is catastrophic in molding the self confidence of our lives. The constant
struggle within is enough to break some, even to destroy others. To hide in
fear of being banished from what we call our life. Living in constant fear of
the reprisals that do threaten our every existence is beyond what anyone would
have to endure. Yet everyday there is some tragic event that makes open up to
the fact that this world has a closed heart. It is hard growing up in a world
that cannot even grow up itself.
This brings us to the meaning of being ashamed. We should