I was a bully a long time ago in the sixth and seventh grade. I would pretty much test anyone, boy or girl, and if they showed apprehension or fear, they became my "toys of torment". This one kid's older sister came up to the school to confront me. She told me off pretty good. But the next day I was on a payback mission. Got suspended for busting the kid's lip. A couple months later when his father was picking him up, (me and some other kids had been taunting him about his dad's beatup car) We all yelled something mean as they pulled off. I think his dad had been itching for a reason, the car SCREECHED to a halt and this angry big dude came marching. When we took off, he chased us through the school, and out the back. When he went back in the school, we stayed outside. A couple days later we had to all sit down with our parents and his parents. We stretched the truth saying he had been talking about our cars. In the end nothing happened as far as discipline. We left him alone because the teachers were watchful.
In the eight grade I always picked on one girl in particular I had a crush on. It was my way of interacting with her without feeling powerless.
Looking back, I can see that alot of my anger issues had to do with the fact that I was bullied in the fourth and fifth grade, and also treated like an animated pile of dirt in the KH. I hated to see people smile. Whenever I saw some happy looking kid I instantly wanted to show them my world.
Highschool was a whole new ballgame, ninth grade dudes were perceived by all as losers. All us losers became good friends and we rose to prominence as the school years went by. I was much happier as a teenager. I had many good friends, and eventually found it easy to be friendly
Having real friends seems to have fixed most of my social problems. And I've learned that the ladies are the best friends/companions a guy can have,
It's definitely a tragedy when a child commits suicide,
So sad,
