Yesterday I went to a fast food restaurant and the girl that took my order was one of the people that bullied me in elementary school, middle school and my freshman year of high school.
When she realized I was the next customer to order, she looked at me and gave me this rickety, awkward smile. It wasn’t a surprise to me because I knew she’d remember who I was. The times that I was bullied by her was so long ago that I was completely over it, we were over it, however it wasn’t old enough to erase each other out of our memories, so it made a terrible awkward situation between the girl and I.
As she was taking my order, I kept on thinking, at the back of my head, if I should ask, “Hey how are you? It’s been a while!” since she knew who exactly I was, but I decided not to anyway and imagined as if I never knew her. When you start talking to someone that you haven’t seen in a long time, usually you end up talking about the past, because that’s the only memory you have of that person.
I didn’t want make the awkward situation even more awkward by saying something like, “Hey remember when you use to make my life a living hell? Haha yeah, that was, uh, great.”
After I got my food and went home, I thought about the other bullies in the past. It’s so funny, I never had that one main bully, I had different bullies for different things. The one that I was talking about teased me for my weight, I was really skinny back then, and she was well, fat, and still fat today.
The first bully I ever had was a kid named… Billy or Jimmy. I think. This was in first grade. He sat next to me in class, and everyday he use to unzip his fly to show me his little penis. I fucking hated it and I felt harassed. He once picked a shit load of his boogers and wiped it on my chair, in which I sat on. My mom once bought me this cool Lisa Frank folder that had unicorns on it and when I wasn’t at my desk, he took it and fold it all the way so that it would have huge wrinkles on them. My mom doesn’t have a lot of money, and for her to buy that folder was really appreciating. I fucking hate that guy.
The second bully, Courtney, made fun of my clothes all the time because I never matched. I STILL don’t match my clothes, so fuck you Courtney.
The third bully was AJ. He was actually my very first crush, but obviously, he never liked me. We lived on the same streets and so he knew what my house looked like. He loved making fun of my house because he thought it looked shitty.
And then on to middle school, there were these two boys that sexually harassed me. They were in my woodshop class and they kept on grabbing my ass and other bad things. I tried to tell the teacher but he never listened. But you know what’s awesome? Years later one of them found me on Myspace and tried to hit on me, and he didn’t remember who I was. A year later, the OTHER guy bumped into me when I was in college, he didn’t know who I was either, he also found me attractive so he was trying to flirt with me but I treated him pretty badly. Ah, sweet, sweet revenge.
The next asshole made fun of me for my flat chest. He was the reason why I became so insecure about my breasts that I began to stuff my bra all the way to my junior year of high school. They never really grew that much, but now, I really don’t care anymore. I actually love my size and would never, ever go any bigger.
The next one was the WORST of the WORST of all bullies, the queen bee of fucking bullying, Mary. Mary was one the most popular girl in school and she was liked by many. She was very involved with the school, like, I think she was the president of ASB or something like that. Essentially, she was excellent in everything…yet so evil and manipulative. Anyway, she had a huge circle of girlfriends, I was one of them, more like a follower though, but yeah she accepted me.
She hated this girl named Esther. Esther and I became close friends, because she was the only one that would actually talked to me and listened. She told me about the problems that Mary was giving her. I listened, but really never said anything, because I told her that it was between her and Mary.
When Mary had found out that I was talking to Esther, she assumed I was talking behind her back, so she told all of her circle of friends that I was a traitor. Her friends, who use to be my friends too, all gave me shit for it. They ignored me when I tried to say “hi” to them, they looked at me with an evil eye, they would “accidentally” bump into me, and other things that evil teenage girls would do to belittle other girls. Rosemary was their puppet master, anything she hates, they hate too. There was even a time when I was hanging out with the girls, she went up to them and said, “I found out the person who’s talking shit!” and then she pointed at me and said, “her.” And started laughing, and skipping away like the evil, evil person she is.
There’s more to it, if I wrote every single detail, you’d be staying up the whole night. Basically, she had everyone turned their backs against me and made my middle school years awfully miserable. She had the power to convince everybody that I was the bad person. I had a plan to deck her in the face, but punching Mary would be like punching the whole school. Everyone loved her. I never did though. She was NEVER alone; she always had her “circle” of friends, who acted as her bodyguards or something. I guess it’s better that way. Violence would never solve anything, but boy, it would feel pretty damn good to deck her pretty little face, at the time.
There’s a chance that she might read this. I have some friends who read this blog, and some of them are friends with her. But really, I don’t care. I don’t even see her anymore, so the drama ain’t gonna happen this time. I heard she was really nice now, but sorry Mary, I had to write it anyway. Bullying, especially from you, impacted my childhood and the way that I am today.
I left out a couple of other people who picked on me, but after writing THAT, it’s going to make them look more like a saint.
I also wanted to say that kids are evil as hell. My nephew, whose only six years old, is already telling me that a boy is picking on him. I’m pretty scared for my nephews and niece, and for my future kids too. You can’t be there when it’s happening so you can only give them advice and hope that it’ll work.
Wow you had a pretty dramatic highschool life! I always read about this kinda bullying and cliquey stuff in books and TV shows but never experienced it, seen it or heard of it… maybe it’s an American school thing? LOL. I don’t mean to sound stereotypical but it’s just that whenever I read/watched that kinda stuff, it was always an American school. =P
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I kinda wish I saw that drama here… would probably make school a little more memorable. =0
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA sweet revenge indeed. Doncha wish that Rosemary ends up as the chick bagging your groceries.
There was this girl I went to grade school with who punched me in the face cos we were playing around and I lifted her skirt. We added each other on Facebook a coupla weeks ago and maaaaaan, bitch is ugly. Life punched her in tha face for me!
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Katy: Seriously? Man, us Americans are vicious hahah. Yeah there’s a lot of bullying that goes around here, well at least around MY area.
Helag: hahahaa you’re funny
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I have an awesome story about a pair of bullies that used to make my life a living, breathing Hell. This might get a bit longish, but I think it’s a great story about the nature of shitheadedness.
One bully, by the name Jeremiah, was sadistic; a sick fuck and a half. Ever seen that movie Gummo? Well, that fucker would fit right in. He made it a point to always knock my books off my desk, punch me in the back of the head and call on me to read in class because I stuttered when I read out loud. He’d make everyone in class join in on laughing while I read some shit about dolphins, “a-a-and the, uh, uh, d-d-d-dolphins…” He had a reputation as not only being sadistic to me and a handful of other kids, but being, like, the next Ed Gein. There’s no need to go into graphic detail here, but rest assured some of the things he did to neighborhood cats should’ve gotten him shot in the face. Of course, living in a small town, none of the cops ever did anything about that little fuck.
Anyway, a few years ago, I heard he overdosed at a party and had to go to the hospital so I knew from the grapevine that he was hooked on drugs. So, I visited my parents a year or two ago and picked up one of my friends who still lives back home. Off in the distance, I see this guy walking down the side of the road, looking all haggard and skinny, like someone who’s done a fucking ass-load of methamphetamines. My friend says, “It’s him, it’s Jeremiah!” Sure enough, there he was, looking disgusting and filthy, like someone who’s been up for days and hasn’t showered in weeks. I was going to throw a beer at him, but… why waste a beer?
Kyle Lester was my other “big” bully. He was also popular as fuck. All the girls thought he was cute even though he had a retarded, horrible 1990’s haircut that reminds me of a cartoon from MTV’s liquid television and his name totally sounds like “child molester.” Come on. Anyway, he made my life suck. A lot. God, for years, he’d make everything suck for me. Everything from riding the bus, to shop class, to walking, to going to the bathroom if he was in there. That motherfucker had it in for me. Bad.
Just about a year ago, my friend had to go to court and when I saw him later that day he told me, “You’ll never guess who I saw! I saw Kyle Lester in an orange jumpsuit fucking shackled up to like a dozen other dudes in orange jumpsuits all getting into an armored vehicle and a sheriff with a shotgun was standing guard. It was awesome!”
So, you see… bullies are dommed to taking your order, getting arrested and being ass-pounded. Either that or they do so many drugs every ounce of humanity is gone. Ahhhhhh… sweet, sweet karma.
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i don’t recall ever having bad bullies. i mean, there was this one girl in second grade who told me that she would never be my friend after i gave her my ice cream sandwich. but other than that, i’ve made friends with a lot of people and always remembered to never disrespect anyone. my friends and i were the “popular” group, but we weren’t your average popular group. we were funny, made people laugh, and always made sure those we came in to contact with had a smile on their face. i mean, my middle school and high school were both small. everyone knew everyone. & it was a school for military kids so people were coming and going so we found joy in getting to know people from all around the world.
i think the only story i really have about bullying comes from when i was in second grade. (i think this was the only grade i ever had “bullies” in, as i mentioned above.) there was this guy who sat across from me. i had him in my first grade class, too. he’d always pick his nose and flick it in my direction. he’d always call me stupid because i was not white like him & he was the only white guy in my class, so really, i don’t even get why he pulled the racial card out on me. i finally got him back by scaring him to death. actually, my uncle just got elected governor and i told him that i’d tell my uncle to kick him and his family off the island. he was so scared that he never talked to me again. at least not until we were in 7th grade when he moved back to the island and started going to the school i was going to.
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I remember there was this bully named Sherrelle back in elementary school and she never tried to bother me but I watched her torment everyone else. Even the boys. She lived right across the street from the school too so it was very easy for her to run home after she caused so much trouble. She also was very smart so she ended up in all of my classes for each grade which was the smartest class (from 1st thru 5th grade). She decided to try me in the 4th grade and boy did I give her a surprise. She pushed me in the playground, which made me trip over the puddle and I got wet all over. I immediately punched her in her face and didn’t stop punching her. Ever since then, she stopped bullying people and even tried to be my friend.
The only way to get rid of a bully is to beat them up. Even though most parents and teacher don’t condone the fighting, I believe that’s the only way.
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i was lucky enough not to have as many bullies as you.. canada had this huge anti-bully thing a few years back because kids ended up killing themselves D:
lol@ helga’s comment.. i’m sure karma will get your bullies back, and hope life punched them in the face for you too ahahaha
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It is pretty scary to think of the bullying the kids today are dealing with. My schooling years were not as dramatic as yours, and the only bullying I remember was in primary school where I was teased for my clothes by a girl I thought was my friend.
Karma is always good, I’m glad you got a little bit of revenge.
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man, did u bring back junior high memories. i love your wonderful sense of humor and honesty. this is officially now my favorite site. i’m so happy i came upon it. blessings to u. you’re great!
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Aw, thank you for the wonderful comment Michele. And thank you for reading! I am very flattered
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pretty awesome blog.i had an awful time in highschool too for being overweight and stuff like that. most of those are in worse shape than i am in now.lol
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