This is a bit personal, you don't have to read it if you're uncomfortable with abuse, depression, suicide (I don't touch too much
on it)



2) Something I deem fair.

I grew up in an abusive household; my parents were neglectful and my older brother
has pushed me to not only have anxiety/depression, but suicidal thoughts.

There are three ways out of this:

You become cold, bitter, and essentially a criminal

You rid yourself of pain per-emptively

Or you sustain what little hope you have for the future.

I did the 3rd thing, hanging onto whatever I can. I met my now fiance, moved out.

And in the five years I've recovered from my depression, got engaged, am more open and am
in a happier place.

I think this is fair and that I also deserve this. I deserve to be happy, and it's only fair that I am
after all I've endured. I kept a smile, I put others before me, and I stuck through thick and thin even
if it hurt me.

Hey man, I'm proud of you. That's awesome that you held on and life got better for you. c: you definitely deserve it~

Ah, thank you ^_^ It only gets better!

Congratulations on your victory of achieving happiness.

Thanks! I always encourage others the best I can that
if I can do it, they can too ♥

If you can learn to do it, they can learn to do it. Something in you knows it, there is nothing to it!

There is no such thing as fairness. It is all randomness, circumstance and chance in a series of events that lead to an outcome and those outcomes will lead to others. It could be human made circumstances, some random act of nature, maybe an animal caused something, etc.

1.) I've struggled to find a future worth living. Be it being rejected from the military because of my scoliosis and being rejected from a decent job because i don't have a degree to backup what i know.

2.) In all my struggles though I've managed to find the love of my life, Steera and we've been inseparable for over 3 years now. So now i don't worry about a decent career, as long as my bunbun loves me i forget everything else.

1) something that's happened to you that feels unfair. Or something that's happened to someone else that feels unfair.

I ended up growing up in a household that largely left my brother and myself to out own devices. as a result of this my brother physically beat me and had actually tried to kill me on more that one occasion, this pushed me into a suicidal depression that i had tryed to act on 4 times (i was bad at it clearly). it wasnt untilll i was in my mid 20's that i was finaly able to make peace with my family and started becoming an actual family (with the exception to my brother), to only have my mother pass away due to a ruptured brain aneurysm 10 day after my 26th birthday

2) something that's happened to you (or someone else you know) that feels fair.

After my mother passing my brothers abuse and general bull shit was brought into the light, he had been disowned and after trying to forge my step fathers name on government documentation has been fully removed from the family will.

Hm, now I have to pick, let me see....

1) When I was a child, I was a bit different. But I didn't know. I felt normal. But because people couldn't understand me, they kept telling my parents something was wrong with me. Teachers (in Kindergarden and in school) thought I might have ADHD and autism. So my parents send me to different doctors, a psychiatrist for children with 7 and for many months in a closed institution for children at 10 years old. Had to celebrate my 11th birthday there.
All because teachers thought something was wrong with my mental health.
And the tests were all negative. I didn't have Aspergers-Syndrome, neither did I have ADHD. And I still don't. They all said "This girl is healthy in every way. She is just very creative and unchallanged at school".
Because of all these tests, and teachers talking, all the children thought I was weird and sick in the head and I only had one friend. Only one child thought I was good enough and normal. She still is my best friend.
And being treated this way was very unfair, because I was bullied badly, beaten up and threatened on a daily basis.
I did find more friends, and were are friends for over 10 years now. And my best friend is by my side for 22 years now (I'm 26). But because of all this, almost my whole life I thought something was wrong with me. It took me almost 20 years to realise, that I am a healthy person and nothing is wrong.

2) Hm, saomething that happend that I think is fair. I guess it's finding love. I had me few friends, but I didn't have love. Where I lived, everyone knew me, or heared about me. Rumors. So it was impossible to find someone to love. But I did. I found him a bit further away, but I found a man, who, thinks like me. Has the same interests. Is a bit weird like me too XD  Kumbartha
We found love together. We've been together for almost 4 years (in April), known eachother for 5 and lived together for over a year know.
We want to get married and start a family together.
I think finding someone who loves ALL of me, with no exception, is pretty fair, after everything else ^^

::leaves this here::

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KSryJXDpZo

1:) Co-worker makes tons of prejudice comments about me being homosexual, and expects people not to report it, and the managers don't do crap about it even if a customer reports it because there isn't any 'hard proof'. Then my other co-worker who I actually enjoy working with gets his hours docked for being late one day.

2:) My sister has been fighting tooth and nail and putting in all of her effort to finish her classes while working 2 jobs, finally caught a break 2 days ago. She god a huge bonus from one job and got a 6 day paid vacation in a drawing at her other job, she needed, and earned it!

1) unfair - being emotionally abused by my husband throughout our marriage and being 36, single, disabled and feeling like I've wasted the last 17 years of my life, and having to start all over again at my age.

2) Fair - managing to keep my good humour and heart through all of that.. I could so easily have become bitter about it, but i'm not.

Both kinda depressing incoming, FYI

I'm approaching 30, and have never been in a relationship. The prospect of hitting that milestone with such an important part of life unfulfilled was what prompted me to attempt to change that. The last two people who I am both (I think? hard to tell) still very close to, both of whom made noises about being willing to start something, ultimately I have had to push away, into the arms of other people, who matter more than me. That act, me pushing them away, my landlord disagrees with me, says "you see something/someone you like, TAKE IT!"
I still think what I did was the right thing, but it doesn't feel fair, and that still leaves me bitter.

As far as fair goes, I'm also in a workplace that's incredibly bad for me - soul sucking, pays less than friends who work at McDonalds, I rationalize it by telling myself "it's in my industry", but it's toxic. I need to find something else, but I've done fuck all to actually go look for something else. So the fact that I'm still there - that's fair, it's entirely on me.

1) Unfair: My fiance is an IT professional, former military, and did IT work for the US military for 8 years on top of 3 years IT work in the civilian job market. He is regularly passed over for jobs or low-balled on salaries because IT companies don't count his 8 years of military experience simply because the military won't share the details of what he did for security purposes. They verify the gravity and extent of what he did, and his skill, but can't divulge detail for obvious reasons, and therefor he is often dropped in favor of college graduates who have zero work experience. (I'm not maligning college graduates here, they worked hard for their knowledge and training, but IT is one of those fields were experience will trump a degree 10 out of 10 times. Nothing wrong with higher learning, but I don't think it's fair that someone with a 4-6 year degree and no work experience is considered more worthwhile than a person with countless on-the-job certificates and 11 years and counting of work experience)

2) Fair: My mother-in-law is fostering a small dog for her friend who lives in a nursing home. The small dog, some kind of terrier mix, is about 9 years old and very aggressive. She bites at children, adults, other dogs, even the fucking wind. We try training her to be less aggressive, but she is very unresponsive because every time her owner sees her, she reinforces bad behaviors. I have a 4 year old 130+lb old english bulldog who's head is level with my mid-thigh. He's a gentle giant, loves children, and spends his days cuddled up with my two kids, snuggling their toys and licking at their cheeks when they tug on his collar or fiddle with his paws. So this terrier mix and my dog are in my mother-in-law's yard, just going potty and stretching their legs. My dog picks up a stick and starts chewing it. The terrier mix runs up and latches onto my dog's ear, yanking and snarling. My dog, without losing his composure, flops down and lays on his side, pinning the terrier mix to the ground under his neck and shoulder. The little dog is squirming and yapping, but my dog doesn't move. So I trot over and tell him to get up, and he does. The terrier mix sprints away, still growling and yapping, but now clearly afraid. My dog goes back to chewing his stick. That little terrier still harasses my dog every time they're together, but she never injures my dog or upsets him; he always sits on her or just walks away, sometimes stepping on her in the process. She never learns, and it's always funny to watch because nobody gets hurt.

1.

My sister never had a job, never finished any major school, always been a rebel, always been treated like a precious thing, always lived the life she wanted. She thanked me by betraying me and my father by joining sides with a long-time family enemy in a lengthy lawsuit.

She emigrated and now she's in a welfare paradise 1st world country, married, with a stable job. Even managed to get a college degree. She's okay and happy.

While I remain in this shithole country, living paycheck to paycheck, taking care of my extended family, paying for everything and everyone, no money to spare. By the time the older ones die from old age and younger get their shit together and are able to live independently, I'd be over 40 and there would be absolutely no chance to ever move out or get good local employment at this age. The political situation in the country can only get worse over time, so time isn't working in my favor. Oh, do I have to say that since I've been working from the age of 16 I couldn't manage to finish college, which additionally hampers my career opportunities. Every day I keep repeating myself: "You will die in this shithole, and all that effort and talent will go to waste."


2.

A friend I know who had lived in Russia for most of his life. He had the luck to be versed in IT and computer science. He buckled up the balls and went to USA, there he struggled as an illegal immigrant for a couple years until he married and got his green card. Now he's a legal resident, he has his own company, lives in SoCal, and has enough time for family and hobbies. Things are looking bright for him.

I think this is a very fair thing to happen, because life and luck rewarded him for having the courage and will to make his life better.

Being trans is pretty unfair. I didn't get to choose who I am. I would have preferred to have just been born female, but being happy staying male would've still been preferable to having to transition to be happy. Some people might call me a cry-baby for maligning my trans-ness, but considering it has been pretty much the root of all my mental issues (crippling social anxiety, depression, paranoia and obsessive tendencies) I feel like I have reason to complain.

As for fair, really the entire rest of my life has been pretty damn fair. I have a loving, accepting, and supportive family, my parents would and have literally done anything for me, which was kind of necessary up until recently. People like my parents and my family are what everyone deserves in life.

Unfair > Went to College, lots of loan debt, Graduate, Find out they taught me stuff that was years out of date leaving me with no one wanting to hire me, School closes before I could sue them for the tuition loads to be expelled.... Now I owe 10grand + (that keeps growing) to a school that doesn't exist anymore and no way sue the loan 3rd party to get rid of it ~

Fair > I got fat(er) while in college from lack of exercise and now I'm having a hard time losing it... I really should have worked out more during school

1.

For unfair was when my Dad had 5 strokes. After that hell we have my Dad at home with us and it I admit, it sometimes upsets me inside when I look at him. Because he isn't the same person I know. He acts child like at times. And I miss hanging out with him outside. I miss all the things we used to do together.

2.

I have a job, I have my small family and small friends to talk to. One day I would love to visit my friends.

1) One of my dear, personal friends, a sweet cheetah girl, had to have a liver transplant about two years ago and she is to this day trying to fight and pay back all of her debt taht she got from it. She thankfully has a huge number of friends willing to help her stay sane, healthy and out of the poor house.

2) Fair: literally just got a promotion. One I have been waiting on for a lnog time.

1) This happened back when I was in school like around sophomore year. I was a prime target for bullying and I was done with it. So the next person that messed with me I just gave it back to them. Now keep in mind I was physically assaulted and I gave it back to them. They were the one who started it and I was the one who got suspended. This is our school system and it is completely unfair.

2) This one time a few summers ago me and my friends went to a local video game convention and we all signed up for a Project M tornement that was happening. And to my shock I was able to pass the first round. The only problem was there was a game trading event so I had to drop out. And at was fair, I made the decision to stop being in the tornement so I was disqualified.

1- it feels unfair that i've never had help of any kind while growing up from a pitiful excuse of a family so i'm unable to do things i need to (such as work, drive, get a home) because i don't know how and no one cared to treat me like an adult

2- its fair that everyone has a place in life so even though there's not much i can do, i can still try to help others smile even if only a little bit, no one is worthless even when the would feels so unfair

fairness is difficult to judge, except that it depends upon us to create by being fair ourselves.

but the universe is fair without trying, by being diverse, and impossible to intimidate into not being.

every judgement that is not impartial is in some sense unfair.

the hatred of logic is intrinsically unfair, to reality itself.

for a person in a position of power to try to see how much he can get away with destroying,

there's bound to be something he's done in the past year that wasn't intentionally unfair,

no idea what that something might have been though.

Well, here goes. I apologize in advance for the length, but there's no easy and quick way for me to summarize these events. And fair warning, it does contain physical and emotional abuse, rape, and depression.

1- Unfair. I'll say that my definition of unfair started back in the summer of 2012. I was still very much in the closet about being gay. None of my family or friends knew. I, for the first time in my life (being 24 at the time), began to date someone. Another guy. It was the first time that I truly felt like myself, like I was finally able to be around someone like me. It granted me the ability to freely express myself in ways I never dared to before, like attending my first Pride parade. Towards the end of the summer, I came out to my friends, then my family. Thankfully, my friends were all accepting of it, which gave me a lot of hope for what was to come next.

I came out to my older brother first. He was shocked to put it mildly, but at the time seemed otherwise okay with it. He was with me when I came out to my father. That's when things went down hill. He went silent, wouldn't look at me, and started crying. He kept muttering "Where did I go wrong? What did I fail to do that made you decide to live like this?" while crying. As time passed, he grew more distant. He bought bleach, and insisted that I used it on any dishes or silverware that I used, every time that I used the bathroom, took a shower, or did my laundry. He thought for sure that, now that I "decided" to be gay, I most assuredly had AIDS.

I came home from work one night after closing at work (I was a culinary trainer at the time, so this was around 2am after cleaning the restaurant) and of course all the lights in the apartment were off. I had just taken off my shoes, when my father grabbed me from behind and wrenched my arms behind my back and slamming me face first into the wall. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and slammed me into the wall again. I slumped to the floor, and laid there face-down, dazed and bleeding from my nose. He proceeded to take a metal folding chair and smash it against my back as I lay on the floor. I of course screamed in agony, and that only made him more angry, but he thankfully stopped at that point. The neighbors heard the screams, and called the police. They showed up 15 minutes after the fact, and called for an ambulance to take me to the hospital, however I had passed out by this point and don't remember them arriving at the apartment.

The next day when I woke up, I found out a few things. First, that I had a broken nose. Secondly, after sustaining trauma to my back, they had done an MRI. They found out that I had spinal stenosis (It was congenital, and not caused by the injury I sustained), but that the injury to my back from the metal chair and complicated that condition. As it stands today, 6 years later, I now have to walk with a cane wherever I go. But my definition of unfair doesn't end there.

In 2013, after the debacle with my father had come to an end, and I had moved out on my own to get away, I decided that I wanted to be more social and meet more people in the gay community. Being rather socially inept and naive at the time, my only thought was to go hang out at a gay bar. On march 6th, 2013, I decided to go to a gay bar in downtown Cleveland. I was there for a few hours, and didn't really enjoy the atmosphere all that much, so I had decided to leave. Keep in mind, I didn't drink the entire time I was there. Just some Dr. Pepper, as I knew I had to drive home. I was approached from behind as I walked to my car, held at gunpoint, and led to an alley near the bar. I was raped, and told that I was going to be killed. When he had "finished", he pressed the gun against the back of my head hard, and I heard the gun cock. I truly thought that was the last sound I was going to hear before I died. Then, he just walked away.

I stayed there, my ripped pants and underwear at my feet, exposed to the cold air for an hour before I had worked up the courage to turn around, and collect myself. I took myself straight to the hospital to be treated with antibiotics and whatever else they could give me to fend off STD's, and have a rape kit done. The police were notified, and two officers showed up at the emergency room. The entire time, from the hospital staff to the officers, I was treated like a joke. They had no compassion or sympathy in the slightest, and even the nurses who did the rape kit behaved like I was nothing but an annoyance. The officers kept making jokes, right in front of me, and laughing off everything I told them about what had happened. Thankfully, in the end, I was okay. No STDs/STIs. I was going to be okay.

2- Fast forward to the present. In spite of all that has happened, I am still here. I'm married to a wonderful man that I love dearly, and we bought our first house not long ago. We have a dog, named Azura, and a cat named Rocky. We are both settled into our careers, and are living the best life we can. We have amazing friends around us that are more like family than anything else. I simply couldn't be happier, and after all that's happened, I believe that this is fair compensation for all that I've endured.

Unfair: i started having seizures seven months ago and was diagnosed with with epilepsy and now employers consider me toxic, because if i were to have a seizure while on the job, theyd have taken a risk because they hired me. Epilepsy has made it hard to function as a person because at any moment i could black out and wake up in a metric &#$@ ton of pain on the floor. All this coinciding with being thrown out of our house by our former landlords a month before christmas.

Fair: im alive at least. My memory functions most of the way. I can still walk, talk, and everything.

Both very specific and related.

1) Was bullied like hell when I was in middle school. lots of scapegoating or people simply taking advantage of the fact that I hadn't decked anyone yet. Lots of scapegoating, some teachers actually targeted me on several occasions.

2) One of those bullies, some white trash that later fucked her brother, slapped me so hard one day that she broke some fingers. Fair trade I think.

Though it is not someone I know personally, the story of Sergeant First Class Martland, who was separated from the Army because he beat the shit out of a child rapist who was also the chief of police in a province, which made him politically useful. But he could not turn a blind eye, since the man admitted he'd done it, and beat the child's mother for telling the child to report it. And while he was eventually re-instated into the Army, he had to fight for over a year to restore his honor for trying to defend the helpless. It is a thing that also causes me great personal concern should I be in a similar place: https://aclj.org/human-rights/major.....in-in-military

2. This one is a story of one of my Soldiers in the 17 months I've been a Commander that I was able to ensure that fairness and justice were carried out. A young Specialist of mine was twice arrested for accusations of domestic abuse. However, as I began my Commander's Inquiry into the situation, I soon discovered that not only was he wrongly arrested, he was in fact the victim of the domestic abuse. Not only did his wife beat him, she would often damage or destroy his property, including slashing the tires and keying up the car he was paying for when I brought him on post for protective custody while he filed for divorce. The two also had 3 kids, 1 which was not biologically his, and a set of twins. However, from the beginning he'd agreed to raise the kid that was not biologically his as his own, and during the custody hearings I sat in on with CPS, I also discovered that his spouse had a documented history of violent mental disorders. Through these hearings, and in learning all that I did previously, I advocated for the Soldier, helped him find a home, and helped provide and to find ways to get furniture, food, and daily necessities for him and the children. Through numerous hours, an IG complaint, several other visits to court and CPS, and an appeal to the Garrison Commander, I was finally able to to ensure the Soldier to be granted full custody of the children, that he was able to be separated with no fault, and that the spouse was banned from post so that she could not come back on to commit harm to the individual (which was a constant fear of mine during the process).

V/R,
Cap Mag.