I was with a group of young people. We all had things we had to do individually. The young people were hostile toward me, however. Whenever I was around they'd make fun of me. A young man seemed to be the ringleader & tended to start it all the time. I went away for a while to work with a few different people (not part of the group,) who were setting up a windsurfer. We talked about how Asian people, in particular, tended to like windsurfing. Soon I had to go back to the abusive group. M.F. was among them now, but she was nice to me, in spite of peer pressure. It was a relief to have even one friend.
This is a direct reflection of problems I had throughout jr. high & high school, where I was a complete outcast. Those were the hardest years of my life, particularly as things were even worse at home. Most of those memories have been repressed for decades. The few times something flashes back to me I hurt as intensely as if it were yesterday. There's still a lot of anger & resentment there & I don't know that I'll ever successfully process it. I don't worry about it, though. I'm happy now, I really am, even if a demon occasionally screams at me from the dark.
Another Canadian picture today; Decew Falls in Autumn. I was hanging by one arm from a tree while taking this picture, dangling over a 100' drop. A couple of people walking by paused to make sure I didn't accidentally plummet to my death.