If you read my Christmas movie post, then you’ll know why I love Rudolf so much. I decided to expand on that in this post.
Why do I love Rudolf so much?
I’m well aware of the fact that the 1998 Rudolf the Red-nosed Reindeer movie isn’t the original Rudolf. It’s the version I grew up with, so it’s the one close to my heart.
We all know Rudolf’s story; he’s a reindeer born with a shiny red nose who was picked on. Then one Christmas Eve Santa asked him to lead his sleigh because it was too foggy to fly, so he saved Christmas and went down in history.
[Side note: I learned while writing this that there’s a sequel book about Rudolf, and I kinda want it]
I too have a big red nose.
I say birthmark but technically that’s incorrect. I was born with a normal nose, and then a few weeks later a red mark appeared. There isn’t really a word for something like that, or if there is, it’s not very well known, so we’re just gonna call it a birthmark.
It faded a lot over the years, so it wasn’t bright red when I started school, but it was a little pinkish. Which meant that drew attention to the fact that my nose is already big to begin with (the fact that my mouth/lips are tiny makes it look even bigger!)
As you can imagine, the other kids made damn sure I knew about it.
I’ve been called every name under the sun and had every aspect of who I am criticized.
The name I was called the most was big nose.
The effects of bullying
I’m a strong defiant person, but that doesn’t mean that it didn’t effect me.
I was really when I got held back a year in school that the name-calling really began because I was an easy target.
I used to be the happiest most out-going child in the world. I wanted to be an actress, a performer, and everything creative. I was centre stage. I was confident.
I was a completely different person by the time I was 8. Looking back at childhood photos is the saddest thing ever because before aged 7 I was always smiling and posing in pictures, and ever since then – even now – I don’t smile at all.
I stopped talking, I started talking about wanting a nose job. I stopped looking at myself in the mirror – this isn’t normal behaviour for a child that young.
Unsurprisingly I had an even worse time in secondary school.
I’m so proud of myself for being confident now, and for the fact that I stand up for myself. However, I will never ever love my nose – or most of my face for that matter. I still consider getting a nose-job except those are expensive and I’m too much of a hypochondriac to willingly get surgery.
Although I was very clearly a troubled child. I watched Rudolf every year and told myself I’d be great too, and that people would be sorry.
The Pursuit of Greatness
The dream that really stuck with me from a young age was being a rockstar.
I wanted to be successful, and I wanted to be successful as young as possible. By successful, it was doing something big and getting famous so that people would see me, admire me, and wish they’d be kinder. As a child, I never understood why Rudolf forgave his bullies. I’d have told them to fuck off.
I’m a 23-year old graduate working in retail, so my inner child would be disappointed.
I’ve come close to the dream but I respect my young self for having the integrity to walk away when it was too much of a compromise – when success came at the cost of ruining my passion for music I stepped down.
I still love music – I still want to make music and publish books, but it’s no longer to rub it in anyone’s face. It’s because I have stories, songs, and art I want to create and share with the world. My dream isn’t to buy a big Ferrari and drive past people who used to be mean to me and flip them off anymore.
I hoped my life would be different by aged-23 but I’m constantly working to steer my life in the direction I want it to go.
I’ve since learned that the vast majority of people who weren’t kind to me were suffering themselves. People who are hurt can either be kind and make sure no one feels like they do, or take it out on others. They choose the latter.
The rest were immature children, teenagers or just straight-up shitty people. I used to be so full of anger but since coming to the realization that they were just taking their pain out on me, I don’t feel anger anymore, I feel pity.
My goal now is to love my life. It’s to do things that make me happy. I don’t care if I’m rolling around in money or fame or not, as long as I’m content then that’s enough success for me.
When it comes to dealing with bullying, parents and teachers, first of all, need to take it seriously and ensure the victim is okay, but also need to try address to the root cause of the bullying. What’s going on in the bully’s life that caused them to lash out?
I hope those people found peace.
And for those who were just assholes for no reason, if they’re still assholes now, then they must be miserable. No one genuinely content with themselves of lives would ever even consider bullying someone else, so I also pity them.
I’m not perfect, but I’m not a bully.