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I got pushed around pretty fucking hard in middle school. Almost decided to make an exit due to that and other factors. Yet I didn't, and somehow later in high school I ended up being okay friends with those who fucking hated me before. A handful, all st different times, apologized.
It's funny how life turns around like that.
I used to verbally and physically fight everyone who had an issue with me. Sometimes they were racist blacks, spics, etc just gunning for me.
Once I got jumped by 9 mexicans, they thought I was someone else! I got hit once, by surprise. They left with me still walking towards them (much to my dismay)
None of that bothered me. What bothered me was when some fag I went to lunch with found me on facebook to apologize for saying mean things about my mother. We were all doing it, and it was FUN. Thats a GOOD memory for me, it was HILARIOUS but yes we did sometimes use it to propel into fighting but none of it meant anything like those real assaults.
what a pussy, I hope apologizing made him feel worse. I told him I didnt care and that I didnt remember who he was (I really dont).
btw... your mother is so skinny she goes hang gliding on doritios
See its fun and I dont even know your mother.
Heh! I was on the outside always, social groups only ever let me kind of float between the edges of the social groups.
Then one day in like grade 6 or 7 or something a kid tried to pick on me in the locker room. I got mad and kicked the crap out of him, he didn't expect it or know what hit him. I remember being surprised just how fucking weak he was.
After that no one bothered me at all. I walked around thinking I could take on pretty much everyone. Then around grade 12, I stood up for a younger kid that was picked on by another kid older than me (so out of highschool already by a year or two) and clearly from the wrong side of the white part of town. I got my ass handed to me because I had no practice or training fighting as a result of winning that fight a bunch of years earlier.
Great learning experiences.
Yea you stopped being a pussy
I got "bullied" back at middle school, but it was mostly namecalling and the like so I didn't care, it never got physical because I wasn't one to look for a fight, except for one time but we stopped fighting before thinga got ugly because someone began crying. Then again, no one messed with me because I never tried to pick up fights with others. Someone one said, a man never looks for war, but is always prepared for one.
i only had to beat the shit out of the same guy twice for them to leave me the fuck alone. orangutangs do a fair amount of damage when fired up
i actually felt sorry for the dude cos i know he was pushed into starting shit with me just as much as i was.
first time around ended with me being pinned to a wall both arms and knocking the cunt out with a well placed skull through the nose.
second time i dont think he even got a single swing in, think i remember getting up out of my chair swinging the fist around and flooring him in one sweep but he had already put lascerations up my back from smashing me repeatedly with the edge of a long steel ruler. i definitely remember bursting into the principals office swearing at him for about 5 minutes, then taking off again lol... got suspended but other dude copped 2 weeks.
heres a tip - if you arent the kind to just take a few swings and deal with it that way try and make sure your bully always catches up with you next to something solid, hint that you dont want them to hit you in the face, but get them to take a swing.
then you just duck out of the way and laugh your ass off as they shatter their grade 5 hand on a 150 year old solid bluestone wall.
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