Sticks and stones

Some people really do not get it do they?

I come over as this guy who laughs and jokes about almost everything, you can put every kind of situation in front of me and I'll throw out a few wisecracks and there's a stupid grin on my face. The smile is infectious and other laugh and smile too...a clowns job is never really done.

But, like a lot of people, I'm merely wearing a mask.

There is an individual in my flatmate's life (let's call him...nothing, he's not even worth mentioning by name.) who got it into his stupid head that I had split him and my flatmate up. Yes, we are friends but that is it and it has always been the case although some have always believed that a man and a woman cannot be just friends (and frankly that is just pathetic).

Anyways, this individual whenever he mentions anything to do with me he can never say my name but calls me "Fatty" to whoever he is speaking, especially my flatmate or her son...I know he does this because he knows it will get back to me. I call myself The Fat Bloke...and that is because I'm a bloke and, well I'm fat (I guess the clue is really in the title) and although I quite regularly make fun of myself (much to Haunted Rock Cake and Cuddle Bunny's annoyance) on the inside it is quite a different matter...

Why does he have to do this? Appart from the fact that he knows name calling hurts more than people let on (the saying Sticks and stones means diddly squat...) I'm guessing he is just too immature to handle his lot in life.

I know a few things about him, but you never hear me talking about him with a derogatory name like Slaphead, Cripple and so on and I'm younger than him (by many years) so he really SHOULD know better.

Sadly I know this is never going to be the case, until this old man dies...not that I wish it on him (I'm not that kind of person, and I'm certainly not dropping down to his level no matter what).