In everything that we do, there will always be two sides of the coin. People will either see both or just one face. We were bullied and the post I made was meant to tell a story in a personal facebook account with only a few friends, like how we tell our friends on how our days went. Apparently, a lot of people could somewhat relate to it that it has reached more than 3,000 shares. If youd ask what the need for posting the picture is, it was them who first threatened us about posting it. This is merely returning the favor. We wouldnt know anyway what they wrote about us. And I never thought as well, that this would go viral in a matter of days. People are starting to call me names: matapobre, conyo kid, palamunin. Call me whatever names youd want to call me but I stand firm on this. Respect is earned, not demanded. Its saddening, however, how the issue Im trying to raise on that said post has been interpreted in so many ways far from what Im trying to point out. This is not an issue of social status, of another cliche rich vs poor dilemma, or the 21st generation kids vs the oldies. This is an issue of respect and the common courtesy of learning how to wait. For what its worth, no we havent been there for long. We were there for about half an hour, after falling in line and waiting for our orders to be made. And again, no, none of us were even halfway done with our food yet when this happened. I hope this serves as a clarification. And to these women, we would have gladly shared with you the couch that has been vacated by my friend who left earlier and have given you the table (wherein you placed your tray on) had you asked nicely. P.S. This is not intended to bully anyone. This is intended to tell a story of bullying. But someone must have flipped the coin.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 07:22:48 +0000