I’d like to say thank you for your apology, you fuck. (1318 hits)
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Submitted by Paul Hibbert (View user info) at 2004-11-29 07:27:45 EST
The backs of my legs were swept from under me. I felt the nasty sting of concrete against my hip and a graze spread across my head, the laughter echoed behind me.
I see my school bag stretched out in front of me; the Nike backpack that I promised my mum would make me look cool now lay muddied and empty, my books lay scattered and I could swear I'd bent my dick in two.
The figures passed in front of me laughing. Experience told me that the danger was over and with this realisation the fear gave way to anger and hatred; tonight I would have my revenge
That fateful night I made the biggest mistake of my young life. I started posting dead flowers through his parent's front door. Next it was nettles. My silent revenge; It sounds stupid, I guess it was, but he'd never know I did it and everyday that he'd knock me down at school I could look back into his eyes and know that later on I could post a dead animal through his door or something.
If I'd held back it would never have gotten any worse. I was just another kid he liked to push around until that night...
The night I posted the foot long plank of wood covered in dog shit through his letterbox was the night his sister caught me. Everything changed.
The next day at school I saw him but not for long before he blackened my eye. There was no verbal communication that established that he knew what I'd done, and the only admission of guilt I made was the word "sorry" over and over again. I repeated it in the vain hope that the rat like boy would accept my apology and the punches would stop.
I lay my bruised head down on the math room table and pretended to sleep. The teacher knew what had happened and kindly asked that my neighbouring classmate stop smacking me in the back of the head. The teacher however decided it was best he didn't interfere in case it made things worse. He did not see me safely out of the door after class, and Mr Diamond will always remain in my memory as a spineless fucking ass-hole.
I left class as long after the bell had rung as possible, in the hope they would not risk being late for their next lesson. I darted from the door and felt the heavy footsteps of the biggest ugliest kid in school plundering behind me.
I jumped the whole staircase and twisted my ankle as I hit the lino-covered floor. I rolled and clambered back to my feet scuttling off towards my geography lesson. I didn't feel the pain in my ankle until I'd already climbed all four floors to reach the summit of upper-block. My heart stopped its hot pulsing in my throat and the sweat started to feel cold against my skin.
I sat stiff throughout the class, watching the clock and praying that the prematurely grey man stood conducting the orchestra ringing in my ears would let us out on time, that I would be out of class before they were. I needed a head start to drag my wounded ankle across the school grounds to lower block ready for English.
I was the first out of class as the school-bell sounded out the chase. Opposite me the History room door flung open and 5 boys ran out led by him. I made for the temporarily empty staircase hoping it would fill and swallow them as they joined it, but I was too late.
The lanky ugly kid shoved me from behind and I rolled till I reached the next floor. If I'd played dead maybe they would have left me alone but instinct dragged me back to my feet and I kept running. I ran for the whole day.
My mother intruded after I'd begged her not too. The ringleader was told if there was any more "trouble" he'd be kicked out of school. I refused to call it bullying because I didn't want to admit my status.
Life got worse. Because he could not do me any damage, that left the lanky ugly kid to do it instead. The ringleader would stand there laughing telling him to stop whilst the bigger nastier kid would kick me repeatedly in the back.
Things calmed down after a while. They would only chase me if they saw me so I stayed out of sight. I would eat lunch behind the school, I would be purposely late for each lesson, and if I saw them I would simply run like hell.
Things started to improve. My confidence had been shattered at school but outside of school I was still one of the popular kids, I never spoke of the person I was at school and drew on my double life for the strength to mentally grow, refusing to remain the outcast.
I met an Irish girl called Susan. She wasn't a pretty girl, but her face was symmetrical, her hair was nice, and she wasn't fat, I figured if I spent enough time with her outside of school she'd think I was one of the cool kids seeing as she really didn't have a clue who I was, my strategy paid off for a good few days.
I'd never even held her hand at school but word got round to my nemesis that she was my girlfriend. He and his group found us talking on the outskirts of the school ground. Susan was more popular than I thought.
I caught glimpses of him forcing himself on her as I was shoved by his henchman against a twisted up mesh fence. The fence was badly damaged and it hunched backwards into some brambles.
I had to do a sit up from a rather uncomfortable angle to face my enemies, each time I sat up to see Susan struggling in his arms I was pushed backwards to the fence. I ground my teeth and finally pushed myself up high enough to get a good swing at the guy pushing me.
His head spun round and the others jumped back as I recoiled into standing position, my fists raised in defence ready to try to fend off 4 much larger kids. The boy I'd hit was bigger than me but obviously stunned. I squared up and he backed down, the other followed suit. Why I'd never hit back before I'll never know.
The last 6 months at school were a lot easier. I never became the hero who'd finally hit back, I didn't grow up and marry Susan, and I never gained any popularity. I did learn a little self-respect.
The kid that bullied me at school didn't become some drug addict surrounded by debt and illegitimate children. He got a job in a respectable profession and makes a lot of money; he also called me up after tracking me down 6 years later and apologised.
I'm not going to lie. Getting kicked around school for nearly two years did not make me a stronger person. I did not butterfly into some social wizard because I hit a guy in the face. As I became a 6th former I went through a tough time of thinking every in-joke my new friends came up with was somehow about me.
Life now is fine, but through a great deal of personal analysis I can safely say that my experience at school led to several anxiety and social disorders, all of which I believe I have dealt with. I very rarely suffer with claustrophobia anymore; I am a very sociable human being but only recently got over my fear of lanky ugly people.
If the person responsible for all the anguish and social issues ever reads this I'd like to say thank you for your apology, you fuck.
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Submitted by BigCore (user info) at 2005-04-18 07:42:18 EDT (#)
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I used to get my ass kicked too around that age, but I also hit back, even if it ensured that I'd get beaten twice as badly. Eventually it stopped when I seized the "ringleader" by the hair and hit his face against a wall. Of course, that spawned a whole bunch of new problems...
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-04-18 07:15:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by toga (user info) at 2005-04-16 23:46:11 (#)
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No matter how small you are, people will think twice about hitting you if you tend to hit back. Took me a while to learn that.
For that matter, people who don't lift a finger to defend themselves always seem to have inner strength when defending someone else....
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Wish someone had told me that 6-7 years ago!
Submitted by toga (user info) at 2005-04-16 23:46:11 EDT (#)
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No matter how small you are, people will think twice about hitting you if you tend to hit back. Took me a while to learn that.
For that matter, people who don't lift a finger to defend themselves always seem to have inner strength when defending someone else....
Submitted by PoloboiGC (user info) at 2005-03-25 21:54:43 EST (#)
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+2 for getting picked on.
Hah! I was a jock as well and I got shit all sophmore year. I picked on some kids.
So take your lickin's like a man bitch...
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-03-17 05:51:58 EST (#)
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Gonna cruise her round the town,
Show everybody what I've found
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2005-02-19 06:15:19 EST (#)
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Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-12-04 07:51:29 EST (#)
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Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-04 07:30:23 (#)
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I read that The Undertones are still out playing dates in Ireland.
And that The Damned is still playing all over the UK.
I wish I could go see them. Preferrably tonight, instead of attending this goddamn Xmas party.
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And I wish I was going with you to see the Undertones... Teenage kicks and all that... damn it... I'm not a teenager. I'll make up for it by kicking som teenagers.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-04 07:30:23 EST (#)
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I read that The Undertones are still out playing dates in Ireland.
And that The Damned is still playing all over the UK.
I wish I could go see them. Preferrably tonight, instead of attending this goddamn Xmas party.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-12-04 07:09:43 EST (#)
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Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2004-12-04 05:13:19 (#)
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Seems that your bully turned out to be a decent human being.
I'm ashamed to say that I was a bully at school, but I got what I deserved. I was expelled and sent to a behaviour support service school. I had a taste of my own medicine there, the teachers were bullies. Mr Thomas, he should've been locked up. On many ocassion I'd feel the sharp pain from his knuckle pushing into my ribs. I'd put money on him still being a class A cunt.
I'm genuinely sorry for the way I treated other students. Now, I'm older, wiser and know how to treat people with respect.
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I guess it happens... People change. I'm not the sort of person that gets pushed around anymore either.
It could have been pretty easy to put the shoe on the other foot with some of the large people I know nowadays, but I was brought up right, and if the guys changed the guys changed... I would be beating up the wrong person.
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2004-12-04 05:13:19 EST (#)
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Seems that your bully turned out to be a decent human being.
I'm ashamed to say that I was a bully at school, but I got what I deserved. I was expelled and sent to a behaviour support service school. I had a taste of my own medicine there, the teachers were bullies. Mr Thomas, he should've been locked up. On many ocassion I'd feel the sharp pain from his knuckle pushing into my ribs. I'd put money on him still being a class A cunt.
I'm genuinely sorry for the way I treated other students. Now, I'm older, wiser and know how to treat people with respect.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-11-30 08:24:08 EST (#)
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Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2004-11-29 15:08:55 (#)
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I had a similar experience with a bully. He fucked with me every day in a major way (but at least I became a rap star) all throughout late elementary and middle school. I never fought back... but, I got revenge, twice!
First, I saw him try to jump a railing and get caught, breaking his arm in two with a brutal compound fracture. As he lay screaming, I hid behind the bungalow door watching him, laughing till the tears rolled down my face.
My next revenge was hearing that he was driving a minivan drunk and careened into the opposite lane, killing a mother and her baby. He also killed one of his passengers and brutalized another one. He, however, was uninjured. Now he is in jail, hopefully for life.
I feel horrible for the families and people he destroyed, but can only hope his ass gets impregnated a million times.
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Now that's fucked up!
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-11-30 06:51:33 EST (#)
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Submitted by thricepalermo (user info) at 2004-11-29 11:01:52 (#)
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In a similar situation my father gave me this advice. "Fight back. They will kick your ass a few times but it wont kill you. Afer you bleed on them a few times they will respect you and leave you alone."
It actually worked.
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My dad said we could go round his house and he would hold his dad back whilst me and my bully had it out on his front lawn. I didn't dare unfortunately.... There was another time that me and some boys drove past and saw my bully on his own. My mate asked me if I wanted to get out and beat him up. I declined. Its amazing the mental programming 2 years of intimidation can give you.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2004-11-29 16:52:48 EST (#)
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you have to beat his ass now. thats the only resolution solution. that, and hope he doesn't have a gun.
like matt damon does to Carmine Scarpaglia in good will hunting: "Hey carmine, its me will, remember? we went to kindergarten together..."
just beat the piss out of him. take out all your psychological problems on pounding his face into the sidewalk.
that works every time.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-29 16:44:34 EST (#)
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Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2004-11-29 15:08:55 EST (#)
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I had a similar experience with a bully. He fucked with me every day in a major way (but at least I became a rap star) all throughout late elementary and middle school. I never fought back... but, I got revenge, twice!
First, I saw him try to jump a railing and get caught, breaking his arm in two with a brutal compound fracture. As he lay screaming, I hid behind the bungalow door watching him, laughing till the tears rolled down my face.
My next revenge was hearing that he was driving a minivan drunk and careened into the opposite lane, killing a mother and her baby. He also killed one of his passengers and brutalized another one. He, however, was uninjured. Now he is in jail, hopefully for life.
I feel horrible for the families and people he destroyed, but can only hope his ass gets impregnated a million times.
Submitted by Dervel (user info) at 2004-11-29 14:23:05 EST (#)
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"My mate got it worse. He was bound to one of pilons"
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I can relate to that, I was recently piled-on by some bounders.
One of them had a foul smelling armpit...
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2004-11-29 11:24:33 EST (#)
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Submitted by thricepalermo (user info) at 2004-11-29 11:01:52 EST (#)
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In a similar situation my father gave me this advice. "Fight back. They will kick your ass a few times but it wont kill you. Afer you bleed on them a few times they will respect you and leave you alone."
It actually worked.
Submitted by ardubs (user info) at 2004-11-29 10:54:33 EST (#)
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Nice.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-11-29 10:29:07 EST (#)
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You know what shlongy? I think I will... I could go like "happy holidays bitch" and then kick him in the ass. It could be like in them gay movies where after every punch I go "and this is for the ensuing schitzophrenia...this is for the..." you get the message...
And ruromon... this is why Americans keep shooting each other... worrying really had I had a gun at the time I probably would have shot up a fair ammount of my school, god bless little old Britain.
Submitted by toddska (user info) at 2004-11-29 10:05:14 EST (#)
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Submitted by rurumon (user info) at 2004-11-29 09:59:07 EST (#)
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Thats why you need guns, all the peen...uh... courage a man ever needs. Or liquid courage, thats good courage too.
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2004-11-29 09:59:00 EST (#)
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blue wrist bands?
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-11-29 09:49:13 EST (#)
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Go kick his ass NOW, just for grins.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2004-11-29 09:21:21 EST (#)
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Happy Monday. Here, have a +2 for your delightful story.
Submitted by triple_optics (user info) at 2004-11-29 09:16:20 EST (#)
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no shit, i got bullied by this one kid. You know how i stoped it?
i made friends with an even bigger kid.
It's all good.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-11-29 08:34:31 EST (#)
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Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2004-11-29 08:06:43 (#)
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Haha good times! Man, i kicked your fuckin ass...
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I was waiting for that one... you god damned ass hole :)
Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2004-11-29 08:06:43 EST (#)
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Haha good times! Man, i kicked your fuckin ass...
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-11-29 07:59:19 EST (#)
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Blue wrist bands? I didn't realise what you were talking about. Fuck I can't imagine the torture we would have got.
My mate got it worse. He was bound to one of pilons and had nettles selotaped to his face, I always envisioned kicking this guys ass when we grew up, but it turns out he's now a nice guy. That bastard.
Submitted by Burn (user info) at 2004-11-29 07:54:01 EST (#)
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Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-11-29 07:41:11 (#)
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Blue wrist bands all round.
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Dude, our school tried to make us do that, It's like a beacon for people to be picked on..
"hey lets all beat the kid with the bullying band on!!"
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-11-29 07:41:11 EST (#)
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Blue wrist bands all round.
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2004-11-29 07:39:11 EST (#)
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I get a huge amount of satisfaction from seeing the people who made my life hell emptying bins, stocking supermarket shelves and walking home from a night shift at the chicken factory. A lot of them don't recognise me - I've come a long way from the spotty, greasy kid with the bottle-bottom glasses and retainer on her teeth.
Fuckers.
You are a cool dude, Mr. Hibbert-Wolf, don't let them drag you down anymore.
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2004-11-29 07:35:42 EST (#)
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Good call... I never hit back because I was never noticed enough to be bullied.
Submitted by triple_optics (user info) at 2004-11-29 07:30:26 EST (#)
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i have a black eye now, with a missing tooth, swolen foot and stamped knee.
I LOVE YOU RUGBY.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-11-29 07:28:53 EST (#)
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Why the fuck I just wrote this I have no idea.