It’s always been weird to me how some people need an audience to make fun of somebody.
Growing up, people would tap me on the shoulder just to point out somebody with a visible disability, like I was supposed to look and laugh with them.
Bruh, I see them. I know exactly what you’re pointing at. I just don’t understand what you want me to laugh at.
I still see people do this shit now. Somebody’s talking to themselves or acting a little different, and here come somebody making comments loud enough for them to hear. Then they look around to see who else is laughing.
Like, damn, you can’t just mind your business? You need somebody else to agree that this person is weird before you can feel comfortable?
I think that’s the part that gets me. Some people don’t just notice differences. They need to turn those differences into a group activity. Everybody has to look, everybody has to laugh, and now everybody gets to feel like they belong because somebody else is the odd one out.
I never understood that shit. You don’t have to understand somebody to leave them alone. Not everything that looks different needs a comment, and not everybody needs to become your punchline.
Imagine needing somebody else to be the joke just so you can feel like you’re part of the room.
— Bo