...discriminated

Being different is a struggle and having something different is a different story.

Though discrimination has mellowed out in years here in Oz, there are a few who also remained in the past. They were so light years behind as they try to bully people like me with their perception that they are better than we do. That having their skin makes them feel superior to any race in this planet.

In my experience, these people tend to look at me like I have leprosy. Sometimes, they just have their smirk as if I am a freak show. They also try to just intimidate me with their funny drunk Aussie accent as if they know so much about everything. And with something that I have, I know my bike (they call it “push” bike as if people push it to travel. Does “pedal” fit better?) is ugly and rusty as they try to make fun out of it while riding on their flashy Euro cars. I just can’t understand how a 5 year old retard was stuck to a 40+ year old body.

I know and I understand. They just need some flashy things (the cars and whatever that would feel good) to neutralize their ugliness.