Bullies
 

Have you ever been bullied or had any bad experiences with bullies?
Today made me realise how much it effects people. Some cunt also stabbed me in the leg and stole my iPod. Then his big brother gave me concussion and ripped my ear ring out.

I've never been bullied and I've never had bad experiences with bullies, but I've done my fair share of bullying.

Holy shit dude, the cops really need to be called if all of that occurred.

Also, am I the only one that read concussion as circumcision at first?

Wait; he actually got stabbed in the leg?

Yeah, he came back from woodshop with a sharpened piece of wood. (This happened at school).
And I don't want to go to the cops.

Well, if that's the case, I hear bullies aren't so tough after being molested.

I don't understand.

That's some messed up shit. No really, you should get the police involved.

Well, actually, I'm not sure, then the bullying could continue. That's a weird situation.

I know ... I'm kinda worried about it because this is how it all started:
I was lying down in the sun (It's winter here)
The cunt called my best friend's sister (also a good friend of mine) a prostitute.
In return I yelled out, "Your mum's a prostitute.
Unwise, as what I received afterwards was a kick to the head.

Yeah, you're going to want to go ahead and get someone with authority to take a look at this. Cops or not, people need to be set in line.

I was bullied throughout elementary/highschool, but I always got back at them pretty good. Elementary school basically involved pulling so much Class-Trash on my poverse, smelly harasser that he just broke down one day. Completely worth it. In High School I threw eggs at a particularly mouthy piece of work in my grade, and later we targeted his house. I hit his car with a raw chicken.

I get the impression I've posted those before, but yeah I've got a million stories like that. Want to lose/get back at a bully? Talk to me.

Oh, and I've done a fair share of bullying. Usually to keep my friends from doing stupid things, though.

I don't know why I didn't think of throwing a chicken at his car. Haha :D

Another good one is get a jug of milk, and just let it settle for about a month, once it stinks enough, pour it over his car. Even better if it is a cold night and the milk freezes on it, it will reek for a long while after that. You can also pour a bit of the milk out and piss in it to add to the mix.

We're not old enough to have cars. I could do it in his school bag instead. Awhh yeah!

How big was the piece of wood? How far did it go in? Was it dirty? Did it leave behind any splinters?

It was about a foot long, it just went in enough to make me bleed, so probably 0.5-1cm, it was dirty, and it didn't leave any splinters. And no, I don't think it was treated pine.

When you say he ripped your ear ring out do you mean through the lobe?

Yeah. It hurts.

:eek:

You have my sympathy
But you must get it sorted!

Bullies are fucking tough to deal with. I've never been bullied. I'm too likeable. Seriously.

I don't actually know anyone that's a serious bully at my school. The only kids that try to bully other kids are annoying little shits that get their faces smashed in or, in one memorable instance, placed in a cage protecting a young tree that he was incapable of getting out of.

My school's a laughing stock for lacking regular fights and bullies.

All I can say is that you need to do something. Also, be careful you don't get an infected leg. That would be bad.

Shit that's really bad. You need to tell someone who is able to sort it out.

I think I got the usual amount of bullying that most people got. There were a few shits in my year who dished it out to a lot of people, so I wouldn't say I got special treatment or anything. :p

That's not bullying, that's armed assault.

And theft.

True.

I got bullied. Harshly. For the entirety of my school years, barring my final year when confidence arose from nowhere and I was not only able to take what they said on the chin, but dish it back even more harshly and more personally. Trust me, you cannot set limits whenever dealing with wankers like that.

Only once have I ever been in a scuffle involved with my bullies.

Some idiot I had the misfourtune of going to school with, everybody hates him, the other day I was out on a walk and he comes up to me on his bike making homophobic comments about me. I called him a twat and walked away. I told some friends about it and it turns out the idiot gets bullied a lot in college :D

What does around comes around I guess.

There's also some stuff going around about him about his lacking performance in the bedroom department..................

Go to the police. Now.

The longer you wait the easier it is to form a defence against your allegations.

Alcar...

If he tore through your earlobe this is way beyond any experiences I've had with bulling, he could be charged with assault - go to the police.

Makes me feel lucky that I have only ever had verbal abuse.

Jenny he most likely has issues with his own sexuality. I think if someone has that big of a problem then they're not that comfortable with themselves.

This.

I was bullied a lot until my second year of high school. I didn't really get much of it during my first year, but because of my previous years of bullying and abuse I completely isolated myself and refused to talk to anyone.

The reason for people targeting me was the fact that I was small. Underweight, and about a half-foot under the average height for my age. But during the summer in between my first and second year of high school, nature finally kicked in, and I grew up and out. All of the sudden I was taller than most of my peers, and...Wider. So I beat up a lot people who had spent years making me miserable.

This gave me a lot of confidence, and by the middle of my second year I was well known and could hang out with just about anyone, but had a close-knit group of friends as well.


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If he didn't have some stupid wooden sword, and you weren't laying down, could you have roughed him up? I'm usually hesitant to suggest beating a person up, but since trying to best him with words is what got you kicked and stabbed in the first place, maybe next time you should just break his nose.

A few tips:

If you're going to hit someone, always go for the nose. It's surprisingly easy to break, and usually when it breaks, it bleeds. And when you make someone bleed, they freak out. They stop. And since they're just going to stand there staring at their blood for a few seconds, slap them in the ears [one with each hand] as hard as you can. Not only will the sound be nearly deafening, but if you do it hard enough you'll fuck up his equilibrium and be able to knock him down quite easily. Then you can just walk away. Or continue. Your call.

Ahhhh it don't matter, nice to know he is getting bullied aswell, guy is a twat anyway and I know 1 person that likes him.

Jesus tap-dancing Christ, that's some serious bullying. I'll just say that I agree with what everybody else has said.

I've never been really bullied throughout high school, apart from some mild name-calling, but that hasn't really happened since about tenth grade. I used to sort of "bully" one of my friends in grades 5 & 6, but it wasn't anything serious.

Eh, learn some moves Mudokon Master and win your shit back. Bullies don't like being fucked over...there are three types of people in the world...

That sorta works.
I got bullied a lot because I was small, but I got annoyed with him and hit him in the face. Not the nose. I still hit him hard enough to knock him over and run away.
It was good finally stopping him but then I get all the crap that I hit him which they saw was bad. But, afterall, if I was to just stand there he's just keep being an idiot and annoying me. It's useless trying to explain the reason for hitting him but guess who gets all the punishment? Me.
Still, he stopped after that, after a lot of trouble with the teachers.

One of my best friends in high school was a black/Filipino guy named Anthony. There was this stupid wrestler/jock/retard hick everyone called 'Red' who hated me because his girlfriend gave me a handjob at a football game, so every time he saw me he'd call me a faggot [because that makes sense], which I thought was funny. Anthony thought it was funny as well, and so we'd laugh at Red and make the international sign for jerking off/handjobs at him every time we passed him on campus.

Well Red didn't care for that, so he started calling Anthony a 'stupid nigger' as well. Anthony didn't think this was funny. Neither did I. So one day Red calls us the usual names, and turns his back to get into his locker. Once it was opened, Anthony stepped up behind him and slammed Red's head into the closed locker next to it. Twice. When Red put his hand up, I shoved it into the frame of his open locker and slammed the door on it. A few times. Then Anthony took Red's wallet, which had a decent amount of money in it, and said, "If you're going to call me a nigger, I'm going to act like one."

Red never went to the campus cop, and the people who saw it happen never said a word. They just laughed at him. He avoided us for the rest of our time in high school. I saw him a few years after graduating. Working at a convenience store. Stocking shelves. at three in the morning.

He called me sir.

Yeah, it's unfair when stuff like that happens.

I remember in school once in an ICT lesson walking away from my computer to collect some work from the printer. I get back to my computer to find that somebody had gone onto Google images and typed gay sex into the search bar. The teacher sees it and I end up getting into trouble :(

I have never been bullied.

I was told time and time again before going into high school, "Some people will give you shit. Don't stand for it."

No one did, until about four months in. I had been waiting in the lunch line when someone jumped the queue. The guy was bigger than I, so I ignored it and just did the narkiest thing ever, and reported him.

He said he'd 'batter me' after school, which I assumed he would actually do (kids say the darnest things), now I know he'd have said it to scare me.

Of course, I didn't know that. So I punched him in the back of the head.

Weeks of animosity followed, but that was it.

I remember, my ex-girlfriend. We were being a little bit naughty. She was supposed to be seeing this boy that went to our school but he was a prick. So me and here used to go under a bridge by a river and commit adultery. We kept it hidden, until a group of friends caught us and went and told her boyfriend, He gave me all sorts of threats and stuff. I even purposely walked past him in school. He told me that he would sort me out after school. All my friends kept asking me if I would be ok and if I'd want them to stay with me for protection. I told them that he is all talk and no action and that they didn't need to protect me. As I assumed, the boyfriend never came to get me, so I was correct. All talk no action.

In middle school, the deputy headteacher gave me some advice that has stuck with me:

If someone's giving you trouble, follow these steps:

1. Ignore them.
2. If they don't stop, walk away.
3. If they follow you, hit them so hard they don't get back up.

When I went to Summer School in Grade 9 there was a kid there by the name of Joey. Joey was not very smart and constantly felt victimized despite being a mean little shit himself. At one point we walked to a nearby Sandwich shop at our lunch break and Joey got a drink. Right before we got to the school our group was roughhousing a bit and I ended up knocking the drink out of Joey's hand. Despite immediately apologizing to the little creep and offering to buy him another, he went into conniptions and would not talk to me from that point on.

Later that summer we had a police officer show up basically saying that Joey had got his ass beat and they were pinning it on me. After explaining myself the cop relented and I got the impression that Joey and his Dad would frequently pull shit like this. Nothing came of it but a dull warning and an indication of the batshit insanity that would follow.

Fast Forward to fall Grade 10, wherein I was walking home from School (all the way across the street) and I was approached by a very disshevelled looking man with the everlasting fat turd that was Joey hiding behind him. This guy was his Father, and he was drunk. He went on some insipid tirade in the middle of the street in front of countless parents and students about how 'If I was going around calling Joey a rat then Mr. Joey's dad would be sure to find out who the rat is." or something. Let it be understood that I didn't bother Joey at all in the time between speaking to the Police and encountering his drunk dad. I told him he didn't know what he was talking about and he should start acting like an adult, at which point he slithered away. The school banned him from the property and gave Joey some kind of warning.

But that wasn't enough. Sometime in early winter I was told at lunch that someone was looking for me. I thought nothing of it and went about the rest of the day the same. When school let out, I walked home as normal only to be stopped by some younger guy in the courtyard. This was Joey's cousin. He gave me some sob story about how Joey didn't have the best life and that his dad was really trying, but if I wanted to turn this into something involving my own family 'bring it on.' At this point I interrupted him, told him I could not care less about Joey or his family and that there were people actually bothering the kid at the school who he should try lecturing. I didn't want some White-Trash family fight over this little brat's spilled drink, and basically talked him down to the little pea brain he was. I later found out he;d been waiting around the school almost all day. At that point the harassment stopped.

Joey and I eventually became sort-of friends last year, I even got a few rides to work thanks to Joey, but I can never forget how malicious and bored these people must get. And how cyclical it all is. In hindsight I probably should have beat some sense into him, not that his dad wasn't doing a fine job himself.