Reminds of this kid I knew in high school named Kyle Sawatka (people used to call him Kyle Swastika). The guy was like a chihuahua, a pepped-up, loutish, little midget psycho who would terrorize everyone with his obnoxious behavior. Thing is, despite being so unpleasant and something of a bully himself, he was always being coddled by the school counselors as being a target of bullying. Why? Because nobody hung out with the guy.
At times I felt sorry for him, and I spun the theory that he made himself so alienating because he was too insecure to make friends, so he would push everyone away.
One of the girls at our lunch table invited him to set with us out of pity. Lemme tell ya, the pity ran dry in the span of one lunch period. No one should feel sorry for this kid. The second he came over, he started mooching money to buy food, despite already having some. He cut into our every conversation with his own opinions, which consisted exclusively of "That's gay." and "You're gay."
If you're like Kyle and can't assimilate to a school setting at all, then I don't think it's the responsibility of everyone else to do the extra leg work to make him feel welcome. I was bullied all throughout middle school and high school, and I still had a small troupe of good friends. My lunch table was the closest thing Kyle had to friends, and he treated us like garbage.
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