People make fun of me because:
ummm, 'cuase I’m a dork?
I just make it very easy to be picked on. I don’t mind, as long as people are smiling 
I don’t things too personally.
Because I am a tremendous geek and a spaz. I beat my older sister playing air hockey because my reactions made her laugh so hard.
Because of my slightly chipped front tooth (getting it fixed, so HA!)
Because when I get drunk in bars, I tell guys that hit on me that I am a certifiable genius and that they couldn’t handle it. This has become a whole routine with my friends.
Because my whole apartment is like an Escher drawing.
Because I nearly pooped my pants, literally, in Central Park.
Because I like weird stuff - clothes, music, boys.
Because I can recite the lyrics to 75% of pop songs recorded before the year of my birth, but couldn’t name 75% of the music/artists from the last one or two years.
Because I used to have a unibrow.
Because I can’t swim.
Because I was nine before I learned how to ride a bike.
Because I had Velcro shoes when I was eleven.
But most of all…because I am 25 years old and don’t know how to drive. Taking the written test Friday, wish me luck!
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[li]I never wear skirts or dresses[/li][li]I wear my hair in the same style every day[/li][li]My bookbag is covered in white-out writing and colory plastic stars[/li][li]My handwriting is kinda funny and I dot my i’s with X’s[/li][li]I slouch a little[/li][li]I’m on this website a lot[/li][li]I have to squint to see far away when I’m not wearing my glasses[/li][li]I wear a lot of rings[/li][li]I don’t wear makeup[/li][li]I act like a child too often[/li][li]I take a tin Monopoly lunchbox to school[/li][li]I write on the soles of my shoes[/li]My pants get big at the bottom and one pair has ribbons trailing out from the sides to the floor
People at work make fun of me (though not too much, thankfully) for the messy condition of my office.
I have a friend who mocks me for being honest. It’s actually pretty malicious on her part. She’ll pull something (like using an expired student id to get a discount–which she doesn’t need–to get into a non-profit museum). I won’t do the same, and she’ll sneer “Oh yeah, you’re the ‘The Honor Queen’ aren’t you?”
She’s some friend.
My appearance.
And I am a ‘Know-It-All’. (Look, I just read and retain a lot of what I read, dammit.)
CrankyAsAnOldMan put this sign on your desk:
I am not a slob. I am ‘differently organized’.
Guinastasia, “drunken dolphin” - that is so funny! The imagery of an inebriated Flipper -
“Yo Sandy, Sandy! Yeah, you! Wassa’ madder, don’cha shpeak English? Oh, neither do I. Look, I’m tryin’ t’ tell ya, Bud’s got himself trapped in another %#$*@in’ cave again! Damn, mished the hoop and landed on th’ dock again.”
I’m skinny
I’m balding
I drink too much
I have no woman
I sold out to The Man[sup]TM[/sup]
I’m half blind
I am forever coated in cat hair
My hang over symptoms include hives
The primary reason is that I am quick to mock others.
There’s more, but this is enough.
Deiket, you’re dating Jester?
Bwah ha ha ha ha!!!
They don’t make fun of me… at least I don’t really have friends to do so so how can they? Some of the things listed are like me though… ah well.
Everyone who ever made fun of me was mysteriously transmogrified into a slug.
i look tooooooo young. i’m 25, but last month i got carded entering the Mall of America by myself (i think you need to be 16 in order to enter after a certian hour.) i just wanna karate chop everyone who says, “you’ll appreciate it when you’re older.”
Because I’m verbally dyslexic. Way too often I use the exact opposite word from what I mean. If I’m cold, I’ll say it’s hot in here. I think I have a tumor… that must be it…
Was I the only one who had to read that sentence twice?
As for me, I have broken my nose several times and it is no longer straight.
I’m a republican and I live in Detroit. (go Wings!)
I wear dress shoes instead of sneakers.
I’m in the Gay-Straight Alliance at school.
I’m conceded as hell.
I can sympathize with that. I have my various interests all over on my folder (one of those folders with the clear plastic over it so you can put pictures on it). Currently, I have my Andy Kaufman Collage over my folder and I get plenty of strange looks. Other times it might be Twilight Zone or my Clockwork Orange Collage. I don’t mind so much because I’m not ashamed of my interests, but I do wish people would be more open minded.
I used to get made fun of terribly for my underbite, at one time I ran home crying (seventh grade, and I never cry but they were calling me “Fish” in the worst ways).
I also get teased in one of my classes for listening to Weird Al. The “popular” snotty kids of the class tease me about it because I told them that was what I was listening to during our bus ride to a community college for a field trip. They snickered about it and still do.
From,
Anake
Being “Canadian” (i’m NOT! I never HAVE been! Just because I like Canada and I eat maple candy and I say “about” funny…)
Pronouncing the “L” in the word “walk”
Occasionally lapsing into vaguely-Southernism
I’ve been picked on for so much. It usually boils down to my looks, however. Whether it’s what I’m wearing, or my hair style/colour, the shoes I wear, the music I lsten to, the people I choose to associate with. Whatever it is I do, I get teased for it.
When I was younger I was usually made fun of because my musical taste. Dead kennedy’s, sex pistols, circle jerks. I remember being in Jr. high when uplift mofo party plan came out (red hot chili peppers) and the tape fell out of my locker. The girl next to me thought I was a retard listening to a band named Red Hot Chili Peppers. $100 says she is a RHCP fan now. Funny how things work out.
Now I get made fun of for saying wooder instead of water and breafast instead of breakfast.
You mean conceited. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. 
(The self-proclaimed dictionary of my workplace.)
(Who me? I’m not conceited. Not one little bit…)
I moved to Boston recently and all my city friends make fun of me because I came from a small town. Y’know the cliches;
When I have to get up early - “Time to milk the cows, Mark?”
When I’m getting ready for a date - “Is she your 1st or 2nd cousin’?”
I’m really getting sick of it!!!
-Oh yeah, and because I enjoy sex with sheep.
My sisters tease me for being “ferocious”.
Everyone teases me for being really neat and organized.
And, um, for being obsessed with Babylon 5. [sub]Shut up. It’s a good show.[/sub]