What defines a loser?

First step: Consult the dictionary.

Loser

–noun

1. a person, team, nation, etc., that loses: The visiting team was the loser in the series.

2. Informal.

a. a person who has been convicted of a misdemeanor or, esp., a felony: a two-time loser.

b. a person who has failed at a particular activity: a loser at marriage.

c. someone or something that is marked by consistently or thoroughly bad quality, performance, etc.: Don't bother to see that film, it's a real loser.

3. Slang. a misfit, esp. someone who has never or seldom been successful at a job, personal relationship, etc.

Second step: Seek and observe others' opinions on/attitudes towards losers.

Majority of the world's population today, like to insult or poke fun at whom they deem as losers, be it done right in their face, or behind their backs.

Think about it. For some of us, we have definitely had our fair share of making fun and laughing at these people we consider as losers, and perhaps have insulted them in front of their face, or talked rot of them behind their backs.

Something like that, sounds familiar to you?

Regardless of whether you're guilty or not, that is what most people do to losers.

But, how do most people determine a loser? What makes them so different from normal people?

Lets give an example, a lengthy biography of a friend, quite interesting, do read.

Back in the primary school days, there was this really obese boy.

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1.He was a somewhat happy boy.

2.He was a little selfish at times.

3.He was a glutton.

4.He was really lazy.

5.He was much of a coward, afraid of many things.

6.He was hardly humorous.

7.He was lame (as in lame jokes).

8.He hardly went out of home (except for school).

9.He was much of a spoilt brat.

10.He did things that people considered dumb, like playing Runescape, buying cards etc, plus he sucked at these things.

11.He was damn toot, as in, he knew nothing of the outside world, was not very street smart and not very sensible.

12.He joined the Chinese Orchestra and was not very good at his instrument, the Er-Hu (Second Fox).

13.He was very much of an attention seeker, doing retarded things all the time, wrecking things in the CO room, making stupid comments during class etc.

14.When people laughed when he did such things, he wondered whether they were laughing at him, or with him.

15.Nonetheless, he was glad that people could enjoy life through laughter, even at the expense of his dignity.

16.Ah, he hardly had any dignity.
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So on, so forth.

Surprisingly, I know quite a lot about this little obese boy here, I grew up with him in primary school after all.

You want to call him a loser? By all means do so. I mean, he does possess many of those "loser factors".

But I suppose one good thing about him was, he never made fun of people. Because it was the job of some people to bully and make fun of him. Suppose there was no one lower than him, for him to make fun of. He never knew hatred, he never knew anger.

Otherwise, he was quite a piece of shit. Sad.

Somehow, he was hardly brought down by the snide remarks from others. Weird boy. What he told me was this.

" Such people are not of my concern, and so their comments will also not be of my concern. "

With that, he shrugged off those remarks. Makes sense not? Whatever.

But then, physical bullying happened to him.

He simply wanted to go for a good lunch during recess. But two other sadistic kids had other plans for him.

So they locked his arms from behind, so he couldn't break free. He was weak, he was fat, he was hungry.

So he squirmed, till recess was over. Only then did they set him free.

Poor thing. Not like he did anything to them.

So he starved the whole day. Suppose they did him a favour.

Funny, he wasn't too upset about it. Weird boy.

Another incident.

He sometimes joined in with his friends for Catching. OMG, obese boy can play catching?

Anyway, he tried his best. Sometimes he could catch people, but most of the time, he can't keep up and he was usually the one people would like to catch.

So, one fine day, he was really damn hiong. He ran fast, after this guy he had never been able to catch.

So determined. He actually caught that fast boy!

But obese boy ran too fast, and couldn't stop, so he ended up pushing the fast boy, the both of them fell to the ground.

Obese boy apologized, but I guess that didn't suffice. Fast boy stood up, punched the obese boy hard in the stomach and said,

" Watch out, you clumsy, fat piece of shit. "

Sad. The obese boy then had a bad stomach for many days, diarrhoea and the urge to puke at times. Poor thing. No one saw what happened, no one but me.

He wouldn't let anyone else know about it. He wouldn't whine and complain to his teachers.

So the fast boy took him as a pushover and began taunting him a lot more ever since.

Those were the miserable moments of this miserable, fat boy's life.

An embarrasing moment, his fellow CO mates were pressuring him to learn some scores, which he never managed to understand. He really sucked at CO. He burst into tears because of that. There were girls looking. Even I felt embarrassed for him.

In spite of all this. He remained in a lapse of luxury and comfort provided by his parents. Thus, he enjoyed eating shitloads of tasty food every now and then, and never found being obese a hindrance.

He never found it an eyesore. He never thought that it was wrong.

Till he fell in love, haha.

When he shared with me about who he had a crush on, I was quite surprised.

So, she sat beside him during classes.

She was his CO mate. He'd always tell me about how much he found her pretty. Then I'd go " Lolz ok. "

She'd always 撒娇 with him to lend her his homework to copy. That was when he found her exceptionally cute.

That was when he gave up his lazy ways. He stayed back during recess in school just to do work for her to copy. He used recess do do whatever homework that was dished out on the very day itself, consider it schoolwork instead ba, haha.

He knew, that letting her copy homework wouldn't do her any good. But she wouldn't do it on her own accord (no matter how much he persuaded her to do so), so in the least, copying would have helped her in the slightest bit.

So they got friendly a bit.

I still remember. I sat beside him too. One fine day, she praised his doodles, " Wow, you can draw really well. "

So the obese boy blushed and uttered, " Thanks. "

Haha.

And due to his no-recess stints. He slimmed down a bit.

But the two of them, not meant to be.

The secret got loose. She wouldn't talk to him anymore. Completely cut off contact with him.

With that, the two of them graduated from primary school, never to see each other again. Lol, sad.

Damn loser right?

Ever since that happened, he told himself (and me) this.

" I have to improve myself even more. "

Finally, he knew that he had to do something about himself.

The him I know today, has improved so much.

But he can't keep up with everyone else who have also been improving at tremendous speeds. Way faster than him.

Nonethelss, he is definitely better than he was before.

Now, you can't exactly call him a loser. Yet you can't call him a winner either, for he isn't that good enough.

Anyway. There was another girl. Haha. He pours every single bit of his life to me.

This girl, she never did mind him being obese when he was obese. She was rather easily humored, even by really lame jokes. Suppose they got along quite well.

Her phone number, was the very first one he got.

Her smile, was the very first genuine smile he had ever seen.

She didn't think of him as a loser.

She was so nice.

She would often tag on his blog.

And etc etc. He had really made a friend.

But then, he lost his handphone, his computer went bonkers. They lost touch for a couple of years.

When they finally regained contact, she had changed a lot. And so did he. But, the situation wasn't the same as before.

A lot of shit happened (I shan't go into further detail), after which I suppose he lost a good friend.

Don't think they're on talking terms anymore. So he was really brought down by this.

His life went downhill, along with many other bad things happening to him consecutively, his life seriously took a nosedive.

He took a little fixing. Now he's slightly deranged and unstable.

I fixed him further by making him watch "Enchanted" the movie. Don't know why, but it worked for him. Weirdo.

Anyway, that was the example. You think he's a loser?

Why do we need to pick out people's flaws, and damning them as losers, just to torture them for our own sick pleasure?

Must put ourselves in their shoes, feel their misery.

Actually, not really. What we do can shape them into better people, giving them the wake-up-call that they need, or otherwise we'll end up turning them into extremists or suicidal people etc.

Its a risky thing. But still we do it, most of the time, not to help them, but merely for our sadistic pleasure derived from torturing them.

Third step: Attack yourself. Contradict yourself. 反驳段.

Some people say, we make fun of people to feel better of ourselves.

Which makes the person making fun of the loser, a greater loser himself/herself?

Time to do an insecurity check.

Fourth step: Go to sleep.

Big day ahead tomorrow.

By the way, Bastard G is not a loser. He's a hopeless nutjob, kudos to you guys for trying to get through to him, but apparently he's not the type to listen.

The arrogant and foolish piece of shit that he is.

Ah, now I feel better about myself.

Good night.