Do You Know Why People Like Violence: Analysis
‘Do you know why people like violence? It is because it feels good. Humans find violence deeply satisfying. But remove the satisfaction, and the act becomes... hollow.’
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I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection through tears. They are always like this I thought. Violent. What did I ever do to them? I rarely talked to them. Yet, they always picked on me. Well, ‘picked on’ is an understatement. They mocked me, taunted me, hurt me. Even now my left eye was swelling up. I washed the gross cafeteria food out of my hair and splashed my face with water. Did my teachers care? No. Did the principal care? No. …show more content…
“No…”
Smirking, he tossed me to the ground and kicked my side repeatedly. Then, he took his tray of food that one of his goons was holding and dumped it on me. “Bye bitch!”
Once he was satisfied, he and his gang walked off laughing. I stayed them for a while, hidden, as I lied on the opposite side of the boulder; catching my breath. Crying, I walked to the school bathroom to clean myself up.
I stood up and started walking out of the park. The bully’s words continued to ring through my head. I couldn’t go home yet. My father was probably there, drunk. I sat down on the sidewalk and placed my head in my hands. Suddenly I was crying again. Tears streamed down my face as a choked sob escaped my lips.
“HEY!” An angry voice shouted. “Get off my sidewalk!”
“Shit..” I cursed. Walking off, I mumbled, “The sidewalk is public property… dipshit.”
I live in a rough neighborhood. The majority of the residents were angry, drunk assholes.
“No one loves you you know that!”
“That’s why you have no friends! That’s why your mother left. She hated who you are!”
“What? Gonna cry? Are you a girl?”
The words were repeated in my head over and over. Suddenly, I stopped. How? Why did he say all that? I had told no one. The only other person who knew besides me and my dad were…
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I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection through tears. They are always like this I thought. Violent. What did I ever do to them? I rarely talked to them. Yet, they always picked on me. Well, ‘picked on’ is an understatement. They mocked me, taunted me, hurt me. Even now my left eye was swelling up. I washed the gross cafeteria food out of my hair and splashed my face with water. Did my teachers care? No. Did the principal care? No. …show more content…
“No…”
Smirking, he tossed me to the ground and kicked my side repeatedly. Then, he took his tray of food that one of his goons was holding and dumped it on me. “Bye bitch!”
Once he was satisfied, he and his gang walked off laughing. I stayed them for a while, hidden, as I lied on the opposite side of the boulder; catching my breath. Crying, I walked to the school bathroom to clean myself up.
I stood up and started walking out of the park. The bully’s words continued to ring through my head. I couldn’t go home yet. My father was probably there, drunk. I sat down on the sidewalk and placed my head in my hands. Suddenly I was crying again. Tears streamed down my face as a choked sob escaped my lips.
“HEY!” An angry voice shouted. “Get off my sidewalk!”
“Shit..” I cursed. Walking off, I mumbled, “The sidewalk is public property… dipshit.”
I live in a rough neighborhood. The majority of the residents were angry, drunk assholes.
“No one loves you you know that!”
“That’s why you have no friends! That’s why your mother left. She hated who you are!”
“What? Gonna cry? Are you a girl?”
The words were repeated in my head over and over. Suddenly, I stopped. How? Why did he say all that? I had told no one. The only other person who knew besides me and my dad were…