I'm not an angry person.
I don't shout, I don't scream... hell, most of the time I don't even raise my voice.
I abhore violence. It takes alot to provoke me even into swearing.
In fact, a great deal of the time, nothing really fazes me... I can cope with most of what life throws at me, just fine.
But there is one thing I've always believed in, and that's an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
And there has always been one subject in particular that is capable of stirring surprisingly angry reactions in me.
I hate it with the very substance of my being.
That thing is bullying.
I guess I've never really been able to understand everything about it.
What is so lacking in a person's soul that it leads them to making someone else's life a misery?
And why does it become an elemental part of their every day?
It's all very well to have a bad day every so often and end up taking it out on someone.
All of us have done that at some point in our lives. We've all ending up snapping at people...
taking out our anger and frustration on someone who doesn't deserve it.
But what dark recesses of someone's personality makes them keep it up, for their own sick enjoyment?
What pleasure can you derive from the tears of someone else?
I aim this question towards the bullies out there.
The sick fucks who laugh when they make someone cry,
who follow people home jeering at them
and leaving them in fear not only for their sanity
but sometimes for their lives too.
Who the fuck do you think you are to do that to somebody else?
What gives you the right?
Can you not see how you're hurting them,
not just there and then,
but affecting them for an entire lifetime?
But I guess you just don't care about that. You make me sick.
In one way or another, I've been surrounded by bullying my whole life.
A girl tried to start on me once. She came up to me in gym class and started pushing me around.
I don't know what I did to her... I think it was because I was standing in "her" spot of the changing rooms or something equally pathetic.
When she hit me, I ignored her. When she hit me again, I asked her to leave me alone.
When she hit me a third time, she crossed the line.
We fought until we were pulled apart by a teacher. For every kick, punch, bite or scratch, I did the same right back. Then I burst into tears.
I'm not the strongest of people and I don't pretend to be. But after that, the girl had respect for me.
She ~ and no one else for that matter ~ tried anything with me again. But that was just because she'd picked on the wrong person.
She thought that because of the way I looked I was easy to push around.
Most bullies don't make that mistake. If they can make someone miserable once, they take it on themselves to do it again and again.
They found that they could do this with someone very close to me. For years they've made her life hell.
We all thought University would bring change... but apparently, that was too much to ask for.
That makes the grand total of fifteen years of suffering she's had to put up with.
Fifteen years of her life. She's only twenty years old, for gods sake.
To see her try and carry on, not understanding why people still treat her this way, breaks my heart.
Every action has a reaction. Every person is different.
What affects one person, does not affect another.
Bullies single out the vulnerable ones...
the sensitive people who wouldn't harm a fly.
It's a power thing, I guess.
They mistake being a moronic coward for being powerful.
They harbour the illusion that they're better than someone else,
for the most pathetic of reasons....
because their superiority complex leads them to believe that because
they're richer, or have different beliefs,
or more friends they are a "better" person. Well get a clue.
Humiliating someone, particularly in public, is not power.
Breaking someone's spirit is not power.
It's cowardice. It's weak.
And most of all, it shows you to be the most laughable people of all.
But I guess that's an easy mistake to make for these people...
they don't tend to have the intelligence to get on with people like most others do.
And who cares what its born out of?
If a bully was abused, or bullied, as a child, they understand pain.
They understand humiliation, and sorrow, and the feeling of being trapped in a nightmare they can't escape from.
It makes you wonder why they take it on themself to inflict similar suffering on someone else.
So for all you bullies out there... Next time you feel like picking on somebody,
take a good hard look at yourself.
If you need to get the anger out somehow, hit a wall. Better still, hit your head against the wall. Repeatedly.
Knock some sense into yourself.
Because what goes around comes around.
You fuck with my family and friends, you fuck with me.
And it takes alot to break my spirit.
Bring it on.
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