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I don’t know if anyone else has noticed the common thread of this thread (ha) but alot of people who were bullied used to be the “fat” kid of the class. Not many besides dk44 were the bully. I wonder if the popular kids of high school are the beer bellied nobodys with no drive and the dorks pushed themselves because they were tired of being picked on.

I was with the popular group but liked to stay on the outskirts. It seemed the more popular you were, the more determined someone would be to knock you down.

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[quote]RebornTN wrote:
tootles27 wrote:
In high school, I got in one fight and it was a total fluke that I won. Since it was the 80’s, girls had big hair.

I grabbed this girl by the hair and punched her in the face but then I couldn’t get my hand out of hair because of all the hairspray so I just kept going. From that point on, tough chicks were asking me to back them up!!

Nice. That had to be a story to tell people about. “Yea, and my hand got stuck in the b*tches hair! So I had to pummel her for a bit”[/quote]

Thank god I didn’t have to prove my skillz with the tough chicks. I doubt I would have been that lucky again.

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I was bullied bacause i had curly hair of all things. I also was a bit of a loner being very selective about friends. Its the main reason why im so cynical of people these days.

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I was never a bully in high school. But in grade school yes. This is something I am not proud of. But I will tell this story.

From grade 1 to 6 I use to torment and hurt 2 kids in my grade. One was just a nerdy awkward kid named Norman. The other was a kid named Jimmy. Jimmy use to beat on his sister pretty bad and none of the other kids liked him much and neither did I.

Every week or so I use to make it a point to beat on these kids. I never knew why I did it. I feel shitty about it now. I wish I could go back to that time in my life and take it back.

I never knew why but I stopped picking on these kids when I hit grade 6. I guess girls got my attention along with snowboarding. Ever since then I never fought much.

The one fight was really brutal. I remember one time after seeing Jimmy beat his sister and splitting open her lip. I became so pissed that I grabbed the kid and broke his nose blood stained the snow every where. Chipped up his teeth. Blacken both eyes. And laid in the boots to his ribs till he was knocked out. Even to today I can’t believe I messed up someone that bad.

Since this happened at lunch, I was so scared to go back to school that afternoon. I thought for sure I was going to get the belt at the principle’s office. Nope I guess since it didn’t happen on school grounds there was nothing they could do about it.

When I seen him arrive at school the next day I felt scared. I remember someone saying to him are you going to tell. He said no. I never knew why he never told on me. But he didn’t. He had every right to tell on me. I was sure he was going to show up at my house that night with his Mom or Dad. But nothing happen.

Last thing I heard about this kid. He is in jail for car theft, drugs etc. I heard he is pretty mean shit kicker.

I think now I feel bad cause I contributed to his shitty life. I think his parents and home life were fucked up. And I just added to his life’s misery.

Norman on the other hand was someone bigger and taller then all the kids. But for some reason he could not fight that well. So once in a while when Jimmy didn’t have my attention Norman did.

But that lost its appeal. And I started to respect Norman for standing up and getting better at fighting. He knocked me around a couple times in a fight with rock or his hand I can’t remember. But I think that was the end of all that with him. Its hard to remember since it was so long ago.

For all the people that were ever bullied. It was not always about you. It was about the person who was picking on you. There lives are messed up. I know mine was. This is not an excuse. Just a shitty explanation.

I lived in a home where my Dad was fighting with my Mom everyday. Sometimes physically. So I guess I took this rage and fear and let it out on the people I picked on.

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i have always been big so i was bullied alot…but the bullying always ended in a funny manner
1: this kid would always hit my arm in class, and we had these desks with just a pipe down the right side, so one day i had enough and figured how do i get him without getting in trouble…he went to hit my arm and i moved and he almost broke his hand on the pipe…he never tried hitting me again

2: everyone thought i was this fat soft kid, so one day at recess we are playing football at recess, two hand touch. the guiy i am guarding is one of the badass jocks who noone messes with (almost). he goes up for a pass and i touch him but he falls down and says its not tackle and if i do it again he will whoop me. same situation, he jumps, i get him, he falls…then he gets up and swings at me, and catches me square in the cheek just under my left eye…i responded by smiling at him…noone ever swung at me again

3: a similar situation…my brother stopped f’in with me because i was sitting in a chair he wanted to use, he said get up, i said no and called him a fag, and he wound up and cracked me in the right temple…i responded once again by smiling at him…he walked away

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I have two very dramatic, very different stories.

The first took place in the third grade. A buddy of mine and I were hanging out after school, just walking around campus throwing shit (this was our usual routine. Ah, to be young again). His sister was playing in the sand at one of the on-school parks. He was ahead of me and first noticed these two dickwads pushing his sister around. He tried to help, but failed, because he was skinny, and they were less so. I showed up a little later and they instantly ran away (In large measure because I outweighed them both. Combined). It felt good to be able to rescue someone.

Sixth grade was far more awkward. I was taking the bus home, and there were these pair of girls who sat behind me. And all they would do was pester me with annoying questions and poke me. Now, looking back, it’s kind of obvious that they liked me, but I didn’t see that at the time and didn’t know how to react to that even if I did. One day I’d had enough. I gave them three chances, warned them that if they didn’t stop, I’d stop them. One girl crossed the boundary three times, and I reached back and choked the shit out of her with one hand. About fifteen seconds later, I let up, turned back around, and never had to worry about either one again.

It’s difficult to describe what goes on in that moment. There’s this kind of power-rush that comes from being in full control, knowing I’m enforcing my will over someone whose kicking and clawing to get me to stop (and her friend too). At the same time, that exultative power is absolutely horrifying. I never want to go there again.

The next year, after having had both a spiritual experience and a complete pyschic change, I went to find her to make amends. She was no longer at my school.

Life continues. There’s this line from Spiderman about great responsibility coming with power. My dad knew I was gonna grow up and be a big guy, and so he drilled that into my skull as a youth. It really wasn’t until that moment that really crystallized itn though. Some fuck-ups you never get to remedy. And that shit hurts the most.

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[quote]dk44 wrote:
That One Guy wrote:
my post got repeated like 3 times

That story was so good that I read it all three times. JK! I didn’t really read it.
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=(

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[quote]tootles27 wrote:
I don’t know if anyone else has noticed the common thread of this thread (ha) but alot of people who were bullied used to be the “fat” kid of the class. Not many besides dk44 were the bully. I wonder if the popular kids of high school are the beer bellied nobodys with no drive and the dorks pushed themselves because they were tired of being picked on.

I was with the popular group but liked to stay on the outskirts. It seemed the more popular you were, the more determined someone would be to knock you down.[/quote]

you know tootles…there’s that saying don’t pick on the nerds because they will be your bosses one day. it seems like a valid observation that the kids that get picked on through grade school strive to succeed and put those years behind them sort of like a Napoleon complex (if you believe in that), while those that were the bullies don’t have that same drive and maybe even yearn for the grade school days when they were the big shit.

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[quote]Otep wrote:
I have two very dramativ, very different stories.

The first took place in the third grade. A buddy of mine and I were hanging out after school, just walking around campus throwing shit (this was our usual routine. Ah, to be young again). His sister was playing in the sand at one of the on-school parks. He was ahead of me and first noticed these two dickwads pushing his sister around. He tried to help, but failed, because he was skinny, and they were less so. I showed up a little later and they instantly ran away (In large measure because I outweighed them both. Combined). It felt good to be able to rescue someone.

Sixth grade was far more awkward. I was taking the bus home, and there were these pair of girls who sat behind me. And all they would do was pester me with annoying questions and poke me. Now, looking back, it’s kind of obvious that they liked me, but I didn’t see that at the time and didn’t know how to react to that even if I did. One day I’d had enough. I gave them three chances, warned them that if they didn’t stop, I’d stop them. One girl crossed the boundary three times, and I reached back and choked the shit out of her with one hand. About fifteen seconds later, I let up, turned back around, and never had to worry about either one again.

It’s difficult to describe what goes on in that moment. There’s this kind of power-rush that comes from being in full control, knowing I’m enforcing my will over someone whose kicking and clawing to get me to stop (and her friend too). At the same time, that exultative power is absolutely horrifying. I never want to go there again.

The next year, after having had both a spiritual experience and a complete pyschic change, I went to find her to make amends. She was no longer at my school.

Life continues. There’s this line from Spiderman about great responsibility coming with power. My dad knew I was gonna grow up and be a big guy, and so he drilled that into my skull as a youth. It really wasn’t until that moment that really crystallized itn though. Some fuck-ups you never get to remedy. And that shit hurts the most.

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That “With great power, comes great responsibility” quote just seems to be more powerful and true the more you ponder about it

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[quote]Molotov_Coktease wrote:
dk44 wrote:
There was this kid in my block that was a “little different” and we always teased him. Well me and my buddies were bored one summer so we get the bright idea of one of us going to his house and telling him we had a yard to mow and it payed 60 bucks and we needed his help.

He was stoked and ran inside to change and tell his mom, well about 10 mins later him and my buddy came running by and me and two other buddies crept out from behind the bushes and pelted him with frozen eggs, apples, and potatoes.

He ended up having to go to the hospital, and my actions have haunted me ever since. About 5 years after it happened I finally got the balls to tell him I am sorry, and remarkably he forgave me.

Moral of the story, if you think someone needs to bulk, hand them the food instead of throwing it as hard as you can at them. (I am actually embarrassed by my actions, and was very lucky not to get charges pressed; still bugs me and it happened approx 11 years ago.)

Years later, you are the reason “jeremy” was written. You hero.
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I don’t know if that was a smartass reply or not, but if so, here goes;

I guess you have never done anything you regret? I still to this day feel like shit for what I did, and have no excuses for it. I FUCKED UP AND DID SOMETHING CRUEL AND STUPID. I have however, learned my lesson from my mistake and have a constant reminder that I will never forget. So thanks for the “you hero” comment jackass.

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[quote]dk44 wrote:
Molotov_Coktease wrote:
dk44 wrote:
There was this kid in my block that was a “little different” and we always teased him. Well me and my buddies were bored one summer so we get the bright idea of one of us going to his house and telling him we had a yard to mow and it payed 60 bucks and we needed his help.

He was stoked and ran inside to change and tell his mom, well about 10 mins later him and my buddy came running by and me and two other buddies crept out from behind the bushes and pelted him with frozen eggs, apples, and potatoes.

He ended up having to go to the hospital, and my actions have haunted me ever since. About 5 years after it happened I finally got the balls to tell him I am sorry, and remarkably he forgave me.

Moral of the story, if you think someone needs to bulk, hand them the food instead of throwing it as hard as you can at them. (I am actually embarrassed by my actions, and was very lucky not to get charges pressed; still bugs me and it happened approx 11 years ago.)

Years later, you are the reason “jeremy” was written. You hero.

I don’t know if that was a smartass reply or not, but if so, here goes;

I guess you have never done anything you regret? I still to this day feel like shit for what I did, and have no excuses for it. I FUCKED UP AND DID SOMETHING CRUEL AND STUPID. I have however, learned my lesson from my mistake and have a constant reminder that I will never forget. So thanks for the “you hero” comment jackass. [/quote]

Lol… yikes. Umm… you know … Jeremy is the song about…the bullied kid… he umm bit the recess lady’s breast and umm…how could I forget.

I was just makin’ a jokey dk. Great, now I’ve FUCKED UP AND DID SOMETHING CRUEL AND STUPID.

you’re still my hero.

snuggles,

the jackass

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this is such a cool video, provided that it isn’t fake

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Dk44, haven’t seen you around much lately! You were always a favorite of mine, glad to see you.

My story: I was a really nerdy kid & there was this boy at the bus stop who was always giving me a hard time. I was afraid of him so I never said anything back. This was about 6th or 7th grade. One day he was all cranked up & talking shit & he turned and spit on me! I fucking lost it - I shoved him so hard he fell on his behind & then I ripped a leaf that was hanging off a yucca plant and stabbed him in the face with it. Those leaves are hard pointy spears, thank God I didn’t get him in the eye. The little bastard never picked on me again though.

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from alot of these stories it just shows that if you stand up for yourself it stops, if you just sit and take it… they’ll keep giving it

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[quote]Subliminal-Steve wrote:
from alot of these stories it just shows that if you stand up for yourself it stops, if you just sit and take it… they’ll keep giving it[/quote]

That doesn’t always work. It depends on their motivation. Some just want to get a reaction, and not just push you around physically.

I was in 7th, or 8th grade I had a kid sit behind me in english class,and everyday he’d flick my ears. The teacher didn’t usually, but when she did, he’d get yelled at.

Well, finally I had had enough. He flicked my ear, I turned around and punched him in the face. The teacher saw it, but just let it go. He never did it again.

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Was bullied for about 6-7 years. Bullies found my phone number even after I moved, and used to call me just to taunt me (because of my weight). Over msn, over phone, at school, over e-mail. But that was about 2 years ago. Im good now, I never get bullied now becuase im bigger and stronger than most kids, and I stand up for myself. But all the bullying got me into working out, so look on the bright side.

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[quote]dk44 wrote:
Molotov_Coktease wrote:
dk44 wrote:
There was this kid in my block that was a “little different” and we always teased him. Well me and my buddies were bored one summer so we get the bright idea of one of us going to his house and telling him we had a yard to mow and it payed 60 bucks and we needed his help.

He was stoked and ran inside to change and tell his mom, well about 10 mins later him and my buddy came running by and me and two other buddies crept out from behind the bushes and pelted him with frozen eggs, apples, and potatoes.

He ended up having to go to the hospital, and my actions have haunted me ever since. About 5 years after it happened I finally got the balls to tell him I am sorry, and remarkably he forgave me.

Moral of the story, if you think someone needs to bulk, hand them the food instead of throwing it as hard as you can at them. (I am actually embarrassed by my actions, and was very lucky not to get charges pressed; still bugs me and it happened approx 11 years ago.)

Years later, you are the reason “jeremy” was written. You hero.

I don’t know if that was a smartass reply or not, but if so, here goes;

I guess you have never done anything you regret? I still to this day feel like shit for what I did, and have no excuses for it. I FUCKED UP AND DID SOMETHING CRUEL AND STUPID. I have however, learned my lesson from my mistake and have a constant reminder that I will never forget. So thanks for the “you hero” comment jackass. [/quote]

Hey, at least you apologized because you felt bad for what happened. If he forgave you, don’t let a prank gone wrong haunt you for life. Sounds like you learned from it.

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Back in 8th grade…

I was running around the woods with a couple of friends when this fat kid (probably 100lbs more than me) ran up to me and started screaming about how I beat up his little brother. I had no idea what he was talking about and told him so but he just kept screaming.

I said whatever and turned to walk away but this kid picked up a log and hit me over the back of the head.

I was shocked and didn’t really know what to do so my first instinct was to put distance between myself and the assailant. I backpedaled and picked up an egg sized rock.

Now I may have been skinny and weak but for some reason I have a killer throwing arm. I whipped that rock and hit him right in the front deltoid. He dropped the log and started crying so I just left.

He told on me and I got detention for a week, one of the teachers was that kids mom so she hated me from that point onward. The fat kid got in no trouble whatsoever.

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[quote]LiftSmart wrote:
Back in 8th grade…

I was running around the woods with a couple of friends when this fat kid (probably 100lbs more than me) ran up to me and started screaming about how I beat up his little brother. I had no idea what he was talking about and told him so but he just kept screaming.

I said whatever and turned to walk away but this kid picked up a log and hit me over the back of the head.

I was shocked and didn’t really know what to do so my first instinct was to put distance between myself and the assailant. I backpedaled and picked up an egg sized rock.

Now I may have been skinny and weak but for some reason I have a killer throwing arm. I whipped that rock and hit him right in the front deltoid. He dropped the log and started crying so I just left.

He told on me and I got detention for a week, one of the teachers was that kids mom so she hated me from that point onward. The fat kid got in no trouble whatsoever.[/quote]

Your school gave you detention for what happened in a wooded area?

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[quote]RebornTN wrote:
Your school gave you detention for what happened in a wooded area?
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Yeah, I mean, nothing dangerous happens wooded areas, right?