Just wondering if anyone ever run into those who tormented them in High School? I have from time to time, and they always seem to act like nothing happened , like all those years of torment and cruelty never happened, it's kind of hard to deal with. Has anyone had this experience?
shareIn Europe we have a different school system, I was bullied for the first 8 years of school. It made me stronger, but I still can't see myself as pretty. When someone calls you ugly for almost a decade, it's hard to ignore.
After 'High-School' I went to the US and became a commercial pilot, came back 2 years later with a new haircut and insight in how to use make-up. I was in a bar, and the guy who was the worst one came and sat right between me and my friend. He was drunk off his ass, and just started talking. After a little while he mentioned the bullying and said: "I mean it was like 10 years ago, it's time to let it go." And he looked at my friend and said: "She's lost weight now, huh? And her hair looks pretty. She used to look like a mess!" Then he turned to me and followed up with: "But I'm leaving now, give me a kiss." I didn't say anything, just gave him a 'yeah right' look. He then continued to get off the bar stool, lick my face from my jaw to my temple, laugh, and walk off. I still don't know what to think.
But hey, he's the one working in a supermarket. He won't even acknowledge the fact that I've done good. Success truly is the best revenge.
I wasn't really ever bullied in high school...in fact, I actually loved high school which seems to be a rarity. However, there were some snobby types who wouldn't give me the time of day. And now I have these stuck up people who didn't talk to me in high school friending me on Facebook. It's like, hello, we didn't hang out then, it's not going to happen now, so go back to your 24/7 tanning bed, you horse faced tranny! Oh...uh....sorry.
Anyways, yeah....
Elementary school was brutal for me. From K-5th Grade, I was "Cootie Girl." I have redhair and an overabundance of freckles, and in a racially diverse school, that set me apart. The other kids would ugly, gross and sick to my face. Most of my classmates refused to dare touch a pencil or book that I had touched, for fear that they would catch the disease. I had some friends, but they were all kids from around my neighborhood who were in different grades, and occassionally someone in another class would play with me at recess (most of them I spent alone reading a book or coloring.)
Luckily for me, because of redistricting, and I got to go to a different middle school & high school than almost all of those kids. I was still kind of an outsider, but I got along with just about everybody.
The summer between junior and senior year, I ran into this one girl who was absolutely the worst to me. I think she may have been one of the first to start calling me Cootie Girl. She acted really friendly, like we were great playmates and it was a shame we had to go to separate middle schools. I was just standing there thinking "um, you made me feel worthless for six years. You reduced me to tears on a near-daily basis." I really wanted to punch her in the face, but instead I just took solace in the fact that she was fatter than me and evidently far more stupid.
I don't know what she's up to now, for all I know she's got it all together, but that one meeting was incredibly satisfying.
I wasn't really bullied in high school, but it must have been considered a social mistake to talk to me. I had it worse in the work place, I ran into her once, she didn't appear to recognize me, and I ignored her.
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I run into them sometimes. they also act like nothing happened.
shareI wasn't outright bullied, but definitely rejected, bigtime. It was an extremely small school; my graduating class had only 50 kids, most of whom had been there since Kindergarten. Being treated like that, in an environment where everyone should have been good friends, really sucks.
I had my 10 year reunion a while ago. I was pretty much prepared for what was going to happen. A few people acted excited to see me; most made no effort at all. I even got a few hugs from the popular boys who had never said a word to me in high school. What's up with THAT? And best of all, no Facebook adds after the event. Good times.
What I took away from this was: whatever! People will see you how they choose to see you, and there isn't a thing in the world you can do to change that. These people didn't deserve my emotional energy, so they don't have it anymore. Good riddance!
If you paid attention, you'd be worried too.
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When I was in my first year at a new school in the 7th grade, there was this kid who had some kind of heart condition where he would miss tons of school and have to stay home in bed. Our band teacher decided it would be nice if we all had a "gift shower" for him where we should each bring in a wrapped gift to send to him.
I had not yet met the kid, but my mom always raised us to do nice things like that for people, so I had heard he liked horses and went out and bought a paint-by-number set of a horse for him. When I took the wrapped gift to school to add to the others, some boy looked at it and said "what is that for?" with this hateful look on his face. I said "for Steve", and this kid looked at me like I was an idiot.
A few months went by and eventually this kid Steve was well enough to come back to school. The kid who had sneered at me for buying the gift and also this kid named Ed that I went to church with, they would torment me every day in the lunch room by telling me that Steve "liked me" and wanted to date me. Because I was a heavy-set girl in those days, of course they were just making fun of me. (To give Steve some credit here, at least he never joined in with them. He always looked uncomfortable about it, although he never told them to stop it, either.)
At church on Sundays Ed would act like none of this was happening at school. And now, 35 years or so later, he sent me a friend request on Facebook. He has gotten fat over the years and he has a son who is in a wheelchair. Karma is truly a boomerang, I guess....
But it's astounding how these school bully types all seem to have forgotten any of it ever happened.
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