Oh, bullying…I remember it well.

The one kid who always got picked on, who never chose to fight back. That was me for the longest time. Then one day, they stopped. I’ll explain why.

Have you ever watched Ender’s Game? I personally wasn’t a huge fan of a it, I prefer the book. But in the beginning of the movie, there was a scene which fascinated me. Ender (the main protagonist) is alone in a room, surrounded by these pretty ugly looking bullies. There is a brief argument, and then the head bully tries to beat Ender up. Having forgotten how the scene went on the book, I rolled my eyes, expecting Ender to get beat up. He didn’t.

Instead, Ender fights back, grabbing a spiky-looking bone thing from a nearby table and attacks the bully with it. I was pleasantly surprised by this and kept watching with renewed interest. After some more fighting the bully goes down on the ground, cowering and covering his face with his hands. I snorted, the bully had completely deserved it. Then Ender did something that astonished me. He kept hitting the bully. Even after the battle was obviously over, Ender continued to beat up the bully, the bully flinching with every strike.

Eventually, Ender rises from the prone form of his enemy and tells the other horrified bullies that ‘now they know how I treat those who hurt me’. While at first I was in disagreement with his actions, for the rest of the movie, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The more that I dwelled on it, the more sense it made.

If you fight back against a bully and (oh happy day!) beat him, rendering him vulnerable but then back off, you’ve won only that battle. The next time there’s a fight (and there will be), the humiliated bully will go even harder on you to regain his pride, and he’ll probably bring some cronies along with him.

The trick here is to keep going. Despite how heartless this sounds, it is the only way to make sure this bully leaves you alone. When you see an opportunity, take it and don’t stop. Keep beating the bully until you know for a fact that he or she will never, ever touch you again.

That’s what happened to me. I fought back against the insecure idiot that had been bullying me and my friends since third grade, and he’s never bothered me since. While I’m not guaranteeing that this will work, it certainly is your best option.


Important Note:

Now that I’m reading this over, I see I missed something important. Only attempt this route if  you have tried every other way. Try and talk it out. Maybe this bully is hurt by something you did to him in the past. Try and make it right between you guys. If it’s peaceably irreparable, then go this route.

Tell us what experiences you had/have with bullying in the comments below!



Thinking For Yourself

I’ve asked a lot of questions in my short lifetime (and I apologise to all my elementary school teachers who had to endure my endless ‘why?’ questions), but I’ve found that I’m asking a lot more questions now, as a 17 year old, than I ever have before.

And in asking these questions, which are mostly directed at my peers, the kids my age, I’ve found something that kind of scares me.

Almost none of them have any different ideas from each other. They all share the same shallow, carefree mentality, and refuse to admit any difference in their personality from one another.

Of course, they’ll deny this, saying that they’re independent and whatnot, but I believe that they are simply too afraid to be different for fear of rejection. This sounds kind of familiar to what I was writing earlier…I think it was the “Dark Edge of Non-Conformity” post. That was kind of a weird title, now that I think about it. Anyway, while people claim that they are all individuals, they all follow the same patterns. You can see it all around you. Take a look at the image below.


Now I know that this is the same picture at the very top of this post, but I didn’t add any words to it. Separate picture, same background. These words are interesting, aren’t they? This correlates with a quote I found earlier today…I’m not sure who said this, but I’m going to quote them here:

“When people are free to do as they wish, they usually imitate each other.”

In retrospection, these words correlate with the above picture, right? I wish I knew who spoke those very wise words, so I could shake his or her hand. He/she’s probably dead though. It seems like all the smart people died right before our generation was born. Now keep in mind, I’m not saying that I’m completely clean of conformity, I’m just a bit more out of step with the crowd than others.

Back to the picture. It’s a bit sad that so many people would find themselves nodding along if someone were to ask them at the end of their life if they did all these things without fail. The worst part is is that some wouldn’t even see anything wrong with it. While it’s not particularly ‘wrong’ to conform, it certainly would be nice if there were more people who developed their own personalities and stuck with them, not to be swayed by the fickle crowd that so consumes our generation. Wow…I sound like an old man.

Gerontophobia aside, I’d like each of you to try something out of line today, if you don’t already. Doesn’t have to be big, but try and make it big enough that you’ll be able to look back on it with fondness. Or embarrassment, I don’t care.

If you have a Spotify account, try listening to “People are Strange” by Johnny Hollow. It’s an inspiring song to get you out of the normalcy of everyday life.








If it’s alright with you…

I would like to begin talking with you all via Skype, and then posting the discussions here on the website, free to download. I think that this is something that a lot of blogs are lacking in, and maybe this will boost my blog to be available to even more readers/listeners.

What will we be talking about? Whatever you want. The conversation, if you want, will be allowed to drift and wander, but I would like to maintain a…deep edge to our talks, whether it be about suicide, euthanasia, cutting, philosophy, or just problems you’re dealing with, just keep it thought-provoking. If you don’t want me to publish a talk I had with you, just tell me.
Skype:   Edgy Concept

Suicidal Tendencies

So I’m having to listen to ridiculously happy music in order to counter the effects of what I’m about to write. Although I hate it, it’s the only way for me to not lapse into yet another overly depressed mood for the next couple of days.

Suicide. Go ahead and whisper it to yourself, no matter how creepy you might sound to those around you. It’s a dark topic, and one of the realest impulses we’ll ever feel. It seems strange that some people claim to never had had them. I don’t understand them at all. Maybe it’s just me, but the world can a very dark, depressing and hopeless place to live in, and sometimes I just want to escape it forever. I don’t know where you’re at, dear reader, but I sincerely hope that if you are considering it, be very careful with what you decide to do.

Suicide is a form of escape, but keep in mind that it is permanent. That’s the one thing that stops me every time. You can’t go back. There’s no rewind button. And do you know where you’re going? This is where the topic could turn to religion, or the profound lack of it, but I’ll save that for later. Think about it.


Cutting Edge


So you cut yourself. You assume that there must be something wrong with you. And, doubtlessly, you expect me to tell you how very wrong you are, that you’re just going through a phase, that you’ll soon grow out of it. I don’t know, maybe you will.I didn’t. I still struggle with cutting myself, so I guess I shouldn’t be telling you what to do, but whatever. If I can’t help myself, I can at least try to help you.

If you’re anything like the other cutters I know, you have either not shared this simply terrible truth with anyone else, or you’ve confided in a trusted friend. Or there’s always that one person who found you out by accident. I hate that. If you haven’t told anyone else, I’d advise you to do so. Whether it be a friend, sibling, teacher, whatever. Your parents, even. It lifts a burden off your shoulders. For some reason, writing about it helps too. It doesn’t make sense, but it helps.

I don’t know if you’re particularly religious (I’m still trying to find that out for myself), but if you are,  pray. Pray pray pray pray. I don’t know what God(s) you’re praying to, but I’ve found that the God of the Bible is the most responsive. To be honest, he’s the only God who’s ever responded. Ever.

For you obviously better educated atheists out there who couldn’t possibly imagine a world created by a God, yet somehow manage to believe that an explosion with unknown origins created civilized humans and animals, the more practical thing to do would be, like I said before, to write about it. Describe how you felt before, during, and after the cutting. I understand that for some, it’s a stress reliever, for others, a thrill, and for yet even more people, a strange sort of enjoyment. I was in the last category. So write about it, no matter what you feel or why you do it. By ‘write’, I’m including typing, but just trust me when I say that actually writing it out has a more therapeutic effect. Keep it well hidden, obviously, and whenever you feel the urge to cut yourself again, read through what you had written before. See if it takes away the urge. If it doesn’t, keep writing and try out Stress Drawing. I’ve never tried it, but I hear it works. Check it out.

I’m not going to give you any of that ‘it’s going to be ok’, ‘there’s hope in the future!’ crap. It might not be ok, and I don’t know if there’s any hope for you. I know it sounds harsh, but would you rather have the logical truth or do you want me to give you a hug and tell you that you’ll get over it?

Let me know in the comments, and if you cut yourself, tell me about it. Tell me your story.





Welcome to the dark side of non-conformism.

 When you’re strange
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange

Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange

I love this song. Does it sound like your life at all? Are you the strange one that everyone talks about behind your back? I know how you feel. I think I’ve gotten over it…but you know, every now and then, I sometimes wonder what it would be like to accepted by the ‘normal ones’, you know, the cool guys that never seem to do anything different from anyone else. I suppose my goal here is to convince you, dear reader, that it’s ok to be different. Those who say otherwise, frankly, are quite stupid.

I’d like to encourage you to step up above the mass of normalcy and be yourself. After all, it’s people like you who carry on the race, the ones who are brave enough to go against the flow, that are eventually celebrated as heroes or villains in the history books written by the ones who wouldn’t dare to do what you did. Got a little poetic there. The point is to be yourself. The world doesn’t need another clone. It needs you, even if it won’t admit it.

Listen to “Without Walls” by Memphis May Fire. Pay attention to the lyrics.

This is me, Edge, telling you to get your butt off the ground.