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originally posted by: abe froman
I have noticed something that pisses me off.
Time and again I have seen various videos where a person is being bullied. As long as the victim sits there and takes it no one says a word. Bystanders turn their eyes away and suddenly become ignorant of the bullying and verbal assaults going on.
But as soon as the victim decides to stand up for themselves that's when some self appointed "peacemaker" decides to open their mouth and step in to take control of the situation- by chastising the victim!
"well, let's calm down now.."
Where the frak was your concern when the attack was all one sided?
It just enrages me to no end when some chump has nothing to say when someone is being picked on, then the very second someone shows a little backbone all of a sudden said chump becomes the grand justice of peacemaking, and steps in- for what? to save the bully a well deserved comeuppance?
Quit stepping in to save the bully.
Usually one good a$$ whoopin' cures a bully right up. Why do people feel the need to make sure the bully lives to fight another day?
originally posted by: skunkape23
I earned a reputation for being the wrong kid to bully pretty early. I took a few lickings, but I also dished out a few. I never had a bully come back for seconds. One good punch to the nose is enough to make them think twice.
originally posted by: thisguy27
You're right OP, this nonsense needs to stop. If someone is starting #, stop it before it even happens. Not when it's clear who is the bully and who isn't. That's why they're standing up for the bully, because they don't want to be the next victim.
I had a bullying problem.
In order to understand where I'm coming from, you have to know a little about me. This being the Internet, you can believe me or not.
I was always a quiet, shy kid. I never talked much and I never seemed to be able to make friends. I was also way above average for my size compared to other kids my age. In the 96th percentile to be precise. So I was big, I had glasses, I was shy, and didn't talk much. Looking back now, I was a little chubby but my real size came from my muscles and bones.
Back to the tale of how you're supposed to deal with a bully and the right way to deal with a bully.
This kid, named Mark, was the literal stereotype of a bully. He was good at whatever he tried, he was very sadistic and always looked like a little angel around authority.
I joined the Cub Scouts at age 8 and very soon, I was a Weeblo in the Boy Scouts, with Mark. Who was 3 years older than me and had about 2 dozen less badges. He did not like that I was better than him at something, so he decided to beat me where I couldn't defend myself. He would do little things like pinch me when no one was looking or make fun of my glasses. On and on this went, three years running.
I told my parents, the scout leader, the teachers, the principal, his parents, everyone that had authority basically.
The people that are supposed to stop bullying.
They told me that I was making things up, they told me I was exaggerating and that no one was that petty or vindictive. They told me to quit being a tattletale, a few of them.
So one day when I was 11 in the YMCA after school program, I got fed up. I couldn't take the stress from dealing with Mark during school hours and the Boy Scouts.
I walked off by myself, away from any cameras or counselors. I had a book with me, a book called the Art of War by Sun Tzu. That should of tipped off anyone that was watching but anywhoo.
Mark followed me over and started picking on me. He took my book, he pinched me, and then I stood up. I told him very seriously, "If you don't give me back my book, you're going to regret it."
He called my bluff.
I kicked him the nuts hard enough to make him puke, I punched him in the side of the head, and while he was crying in a pile of his own puke, I whispered in his ear.
"If you bother me again, I'm going to finish the job. Do you want me to finish the job? Obviously you can't talk right now, so just nod your head" He shook his head no and I never got bullied again.
I was expelled from the YMCA program but # em if they can't take a joke.
You're right that I had a psychological snap. The next time I had a bully, I took up amateur boxing and put the bully in the hospital for 3 weeks. He never bother anyone after that, but I still regret hitting the guy so hard. He became retarded afterwards and sometimes, it has kept me up at nights wondering what could of been. Oh well, that's why I like Canada so much. Lots of a no name item to keep me happy.