Find Better Rooms

Sometimes the problem isn’t who you are —

it’s the room you’re standing in.

A lot of us get bullied not because of our personality, our looks, or anything we did wrong —

but because of the ecosystem around us.

The crowd we try to impress.

The group we think we need to belong to.

Sometimes we’re swimming in the wrong tank.

And the fish around us?

They bite.

Kids — and adults — cling to the “cool” group like it’s a lifeboat.

But sometimes that boat is leaking, toxic, or heading somewhere you don’t even want to go.

And if the cool kids don’t like you?

So what.

So. Fucking. What.

There’s no trophy for belonging to people who make you smaller just so they can feel bigger.

Find some new weirdos.

Find the ones who laugh at your jokes.

Find the ones who don’t need you to shrink to fit.

Find the people who feel like breathing.

Trying to win over a bully is pointless anyway.

You can’t win someone who sees the world through a single, tiny keyhole.

Bullies are singular.

There’s only one right way — their way.

One truth — whatever makes them feel important.

One perspective — their own.

Step outside that narrow frame, and they panic.

You become something they can’t control, can’t predict, can’t mold.

And instead of expanding their view, they try to force you back into it.

They push, poke, prod, and pressure you into whatever shape fits their world.

That’s not guidance.

That’s ownership.

But here’s the part no one says out loud:

You don’t owe them anything.

Not your time.

Not your effort.

Not your attempts to be “likable.”

Not your loyalty to a group that never earned it.

Bullies don’t get to set the standards for how you live your life.

They’re not the architects.

They’re not the blueprint.

They’re just loud.

Build your own world.

Stand in rooms that don’t shrink you.

Find people who make space instead of taking it.

Find the tribe that meshes with your values — the ones who see you, not just use you.

And here’s the twist:

The moment you stop bending toward the bully’s design,

you take away the only power they ever had:

control.

Sometimes that’s all it takes.

Control slips, and the bully falls apart.

Sometimes they drift away.

Sometimes they soften.

Sometimes, if life feels generous, they even come around and see you from a new angle.

Either way, you win by walking away.

Not because you’re weak —

but because you finally realized the truth:

The room was too small for you.

But hey — what do I know?

I just do this shit for a living.

So Fact Check Me.