re: Anyone here bullied in school?

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I was the only kid to ever call him on his shite and fight him though.

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And I bet he never bullied you again.

What about the kid that doesn't have it in him to hurt someone, even if the other person deserves it?

Is that the type of person we want culled out of humanity?

Unfortunately there's only one way to deal with them , and that's swing first and don't stop til ya ain't got nothing left , today , tomorrow and every day til he stops . Most "bully's" have never been stroked in the chops, and they freak out when it happens. Buy your kids heavy bags and speed bags , teach em how to "do it" . If they ever pick on anyone or start a fight beat their asses when ya find out . My 2 cents . I was picked on until 8th grade , my uncle found out and said if I didn't fight back to whatever end he would beat my arse, lol. He also showed me how to hit a speed bag and heavy bag , I'm pretty good at both I recon . He also told me to try and walk away if I could , I always tried to walk away , when they won't let you walk away, smoke him the chops and don't let up !!!!!! 90% of fist fight last less than 30 seconds and the one that swings first usually fairs better . There are no winners , just animals .

Beiber posted about him on his insta

Keaton

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Not if you don't have social media

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People who say this don’t realize just how important social media is for kids in school.

When gen-x and older people were in school, each clique had set meet up spots. Maybe it was the fountain at the mall, someone’s house, a hamburger joint, or a parking lot, but every clique had one. You didn’t have to ask people what they were doing because on a given day, they were nearly always at their set meetup spot, typically unsupervised by parents.

Today’s kids do not have that. They don’t meet up at a predictable spot to decide what to do. All of the planning is done on social media. If you’re not on it, you’re going to be completely isolated and never be invited to anything.

However, social media cuts both ways. The reality is that our schools with their zero tolerance policies for fighting, even when those fights occur outside of school, are what is driving this bullying epidemic. When boys could settle these disputes with fists, they were resolved, typically with the two kids gaining respect for one another and walking away as friends. Kids today don’t have that either. All they have is a constant barage of abuse, ambivalence, and bad advice.

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What about the kid that doesn't have it in him to hurt someone, even if the other person deserves it? 

Is that the type of person we want culled out of humanity?

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WTF? How did you get that from my post?

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I was the only kid to ever call him on his shite and fight him though.

And I bet he never bullied you again.

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Here's the thing about bullies and their victims.

Bullies are just like predators in the wild. Predators look for weak targets to kill. Weak targets that won't fight back pose little to no threat to injure them in the process of hunting. If a predator is injured in the process of hunting, they may starve to death.

Same thing with bullies. They will not pick on someone who poses any threat of fighting back. They will select a victim who offers no resistance. If a bully picks on a kid who fights back, even if the bully beats their arse, they most likely will never pick on that kid again because they do not want victims that pose a threat to fight back.

Almost everyone was bullied and almost everyone was a bully in some way.

Kids are mostly assholes.

There was a kid who was a few years older than me who would tease me every single day. It made it worse because he lived behind us and had a brother one year older than me. One day, I got the speech from my dad about standing up for yourself. So the next day when we got off of the bus, I shredded my book bag like a hockey player and went for it. I got lit up pretty good. Even though I lost, I made it clear that I wasn't putting up with it anymore. He let up and it made life easier. When we got to middle school, I made sure to make his brother look like a punk on the court.

To this day I don't care for them at all. I have no clue what they are doing with their lives, but I hope they are in debt up to their eyeballs and are miserable.

I’ve coached middle school boys for the last 15 or so years and after a practice or two you get an idea of the dynamics of the team and who might be picked on at school. I’m typically able to nip it quickly but a few years ago I had a kid on my team that was relentless on a few of his teammates that were less popular, and less athletic.

I made that bullies’ life at practice as close to hell as possible and he rode the bench way more than he should have for his skill set. His dad tried to complain about his playing time thinking that as a younger guy I’d give into him. Didn’t budge.

I’ve got no clue how he panned out in HS and beyond but I hope he gathered at least somewhat that the real world doesn’t put up with that shite.

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We’ve all grown up and are adults now and to this day, i still dislike them and wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire. There’s been a couple of instances where these same guys have tried to say hello to me later and life and I refuse.

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Had a guy pick on me when we were in elementary and middle school. I ended up going to a different HS across town, so we didn’t have much interaction during that time.

My sophomore year in college I was drunk as hell at a buddy’s house. He and another POS jumped me and broke my nose. Was a college athlete at the time and almost twice his size, so he wouldn’t dare frick with me sober. I didn’t want to risk jail and lose my scholly, so I didn’t retaliate.

Fast forward a few years and he ends up dead in a car wreck. When my old classmates asked why I didn’t show up for the funeral, my only response was what goes around comes around. Didn’t take pleasure in it, but didn’t feel a single ounce of sadness, either.

And if I ever catch his little sidekick at the wrong place and wrong time, imma check his damn knuckles.