Cainkane1
Philosopher
My high school seems to be comming back to me. A lot of the students live in my town. I always thought it ironic at how what goes around comes around.Once I left my high school I never looked back. I have no desire to.
My high school seems to be comming back to me. A lot of the students live in my town. I always thought it ironic at how what goes around comes around.Once I left my high school I never looked back. I have no desire to.
I often wonder if their bad health and early deaths were somehow connected with their recreational torments? Could there be a connection?
Things seem to work out. The wrestler I was talking about was also an A student. He graduated from Georgia Tech and became a vice president for a company called ITT. He was married and divorced three times. His children are estranged from him. I on the other hand graduated college and did mid management clerical work. My alma Mata is a community college and later a liberal arts college that barely manages to keep its acreditation.I had two bullies that made my life hell as I grew up. I also had a very physically abusive Father.
My youth was spent in fear. Fear of just about everything. Fear brought about from sub-zero self esteem.
As I grew older I began to realize where all that fear was coming from.
By the time I hit my late 20s I had worked through just about all those issues.
I worked out my hate and fear of my Father and we became quite close before his death. He asked for and I gave him the forgiveness he sought.
In my early 30s I got a second part time job because at the time I was kind of strapped for cash.
One of the bullies worked there. At first I was ready for him.
I knew he was not dealing with boy full of fear now. I also knew that if he started in on me he was going to learn that the hard way.
But that never happened and in fact he said he was sorry and had felt bad about his behavior toward me the older he got.
I accepted his apology and let him know that if he did want to test me he was more than welcome to try.
I then saw him as what he was. Just a person like any other. Not the devil or some super bad guy as I had remembered him.
That was a really weird realization for me.
Shortly after that I read in the paper that the other bully was sent to prison for 20 years.
While in his late 30s he was partying with a couple of teenage boys and crashed his car(the same car he was driving when I was a kid)into a bridge pillar and one of the boys lost his life.
Bullies are just like the rest of us. All screwed up and afraid.
Some work out their problems and some stay exactly the same.
I can clearly see the ones who do not change having many problems in life including massive health problems.
One thing I've read about bullies is that the reason they are so overtly aggressive and noisy is that they lack social skills. There are plently of calmer, quieter people that wreak just as much havoc using political back-stabbing and other covert techniques.
Youd be right. There were plenty of times I wanted to say something but the attention was on the victim and I was just glad it wasn't me. These people do their cruelties because they enjoy what they do. its a hobby to them. They can be strong or not so strong. They can be a genius or a retard. I knew plenty of low lifes in school growing up and they came from all socioeconomic backgrounds. Sometimes they get whats comming to them and sometimes they live to be a hundred and die rich. There is no karmic cosmic justice except the justice time and bad judgement sometimes metes out to them.I'm skeptical of the "poor social skills" angle. Anecdote meets anecdote, but bullies I've known were popular and had decent-to-good social skills.
My middle school was kind of effed up, it was this really small private school that never really consisted of more than one or two social groups/cliques, because there just weren't that many of us. New kids often became outcasts. I never participated in it, but I didn't question it or speak out either. I remember the guy who orchestrated that stuff the most. I would openly describe him as a dick, but I think if I said something like "maybe you guys should quit treating [insert outcast] like ****" they would have looked at me like I was on crack.
I know of three exceptions to that rule. Three of the worst bullies I knew in school were athletes. A wrestler and A student and a basketball player and a weight trainer. Its personality more than anything else.
I'm skeptical of the "poor social skills" angle. Anecdote meets anecdote, but bullies I've known were popular and had decent-to-good social skills.
I had a sadist for a boss too. The lady loved to make people afraid of getting fired. She had other coworkers quit on her on numerous occassions.I had an evil boss once too, although she mainly took it out on our programmer. That was definitely a level beyond hobby.
Definitions get tricky.