Dreams really do give you something to think about...

I just woke up. But I can't get this dream out of my head.

For some reason, the dream was set back to graduation in highschool. And for some reason we were getting diplomas in my house (but I digress, this is not the meet of the story). There were a group of people laughing and carrying on near the line where I joined after I got my diploma.

They were all laughing about Bobby. A kid that went through schooling in our school system, but didn't graduate through it.

The entire time, they just sat there and made of the kid. Yes, he was socially awkward. Yes, he had a slightly delayed fashion sense. Yes, his interests were kind of dorky. Sometimes he was inappropriately loud and sometimes he just repeated stuff that he didn't really understand the content of. But this was not the defining characteristic of this kid.

Bobby smiled all of the time.

And that's what they were mainly making fun of him for. The fact that a kid was happy enough that he could smile all the time, and the rest of us couldn't understand it. But I guess that's what everyone does. If you don't understand it, you make fun of them or get angry at them. At least we chose the former rather than the later. Physical violence would've taken away his smile.

In the dream I yelled at them. I told them they were horrible. That they could push away such a happy guy and take away his smile because they were so mean.

I wish I could say I did that in real life. I probably barely noticed that he was gone. But I remember making fun of him. And I also remember doing nothing about it.

Just something to think about.