In my school there was a guy known for bullying in my year, and later on a girl. She was a real piece of work. Makes me cringe to this day. But she never did anything to me, apart from make snide comments occasionally. To this day I think she must have been mentally disturbed.
The guy was a total asshole and though he had many friends, he also made many enemies. I had a couple of situations with him and always fought back. Once I slapped him and another time I threw a chair at him. I was hardcore! Heh.
But anyway, the bullying stopped the day he messed with a close friend of mine. He was teasing her and being a prick and she'd had just about enough. She was a pretty sporty girl so she was strong, so she grabbed his shirt, pushed him against the wall and told him not to ever mess with her friends again. He tried to fight back but she smacked him around a bit. He started crying.
Needless to say he never bothered any of the girls again, though he continued being a jerk until one day he was finally expelled.
Bullies are insecure people who want to make other people's lives as miserable as their own. If I have kids hopefully they will not have to deal with anything major in that regard, it can really ruin those teenage years. It's hard enough as it is.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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