I remember also, my Colombo International School, computer teacher, whose name I have forgotten...
But not the cruel nickname I made up.
Mr Yogi Bear. Cause he was this big teddy bear like guy, with a moustache, and this tie, and he was so kind, warm and bubbly.
But died.
He was so encouraging, the teachers in CIS built my confidence up.
They never knew, or never understood, and even Asita, or Sarah or Armyne certainly, or Sanders, will never accept what happened to me.
The torture, of me as a small minor, they will never understand or accept, they'll be in denial forever, and that's fine.
I -- never really had "flashbacks" as often, at least, since 2025, Jan 25th, when that Jacques, who I wickedly named, Jack... something. Jesus, I've bullied Jacques too. I bullied everyone.
I once, wickedly had this, burning urge in me, to want to bully the guy, and so, unable to contain myself, I called the guy up, "Jacques. Hello? Dude. You're so old."
...
....
"Yeah, I know."
* Hang Up. *
Hehhee, I only laughed at the Comedy Central Roasts, after like a huge, long dry spell of boredom since Dave Chappelle, in high school days.