Mom, I've lost my common sense again...

So, I'll start off back about 5 years ago, where I was slightly less mentally stable that I am now. Why? Why was I not as mentally stable back then? Well first of all, that was give or take, not far under a third of my life ago, so I was believe it or not less mature than I am now (although I do still have a good titter to myself when I spot the number '69' in more or less anything). Secondly I had experiences that the majority of people are lucky enough to have avoided during their school life.
You guessed correct, bullying. Yes I was bullied when I was bottom end of the high school (so year 7). It's a subject that Never comes up in our house, I mean like, ever, if you speak about it there is a possibility you will never regain mental stability due to the glares you would get.
So I'm not going to get into the matter of what happened to me as it is a subject that I will only ever skim the surface of, if I feel like it that is, nobody bar my parents will ever know what happened to me (other than me obviously), not even my brother knows.
The important thing is this, I was stupid enough to let go of my common sense and go along with it.
That was one of the few times I have ignored my common sense and if I am completely honest, I regret it, thoroughly regret it.

When my brother moved up from year 6 into year 7, I told him that if he were to ever have someone push him around and make fun of him in a non friendly way (eg. Brotherly love) to warn them of me and my anti-bullying attitude and if they carried on, I would knock them into next Tuesday. This was new territory I was standing on, I have never, EVER, spoken my thoughts to my brother in that way.

Common sense is a vital instrument for day to day life, and especially in those sort of situations.
What I am saying, is, I didn't go with my common sense, instead I went along and allowed myself to be bullied in the vague fading hope that it would stop, in the end, I got my parents and my school involved, if I had done this from the start, I would perhaps be of a different mentality now, I would possibly be more trusting to people who look a certain way or seem different of a manor to me.

Try this, find a piece of paper.
On that paper, draw a person.
Now scrunch up that paper, kick it about, treat it like its worth nothing.
Now open it out again so you can see your person, try and flatten the crinkles and creases in the paper, go on, try.
Those creases you see on the person you drew, those are scars, scars from bullying, scars from neglect and abuse.
No matter how hard you try, those scars are never going to come out, this is what happened to me. Although I am happy and a generally quite cheerful chap on the outside, that hurt, that mistrust, stays with me and will never leave me.

Just think.

Keep you common sense drawn at all times.
Do not bully.
Do not allow yourself to be bullied, for it will never leave your conscience.

So, this is the beginning? Well, its cosy...

Hi, I'm Jake. Jake who? Exactly my point and my reason behind making this blog.
I am a nobody teenager trying to be a somebody in a society polluted with advertising, money and fraud.

I live in the West Midlands of the so called United Kingdom, in a village on the outskirts of the well renowned brummie overspill called Tamworth, the home of tacky 70's decor, track suit families and burnt out mark one fiestas.

Before you think "oh this kid's another one of those doom and gloom types", let me clarify, I am not. I am a relatively hard working Year 11 student beginning September 2012, that has an intricate root system of back stories and explanations for my existence and how different factors made me what I am today.

So why did I make this blog?
I made this blog to show that even with all of today's technology and whatnot, being a teenager is still hard.
I mean, for example, getting a girlfriend is no easier than it was in the 60's (unless its one of these ridiculously stupid Internet relationships where you never actually meet your 'other half' or get one of these mail order Russian brides).