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True Confessions

Was I a bully?

  • Yes

    Votes: 2 40.0%
  • No

    Votes: 3 60.0%

  • Total voters
    5
  • Poll closed .

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I was a real wild child. I used to like to antagonize my classmates at school - but I picked on kids whom were at least 2 years older and twice my size (whom could do something about it, in other words). I always got the crap beat out of me, but here's the kicker: I enjoyed every minute of it and wanted to do it again real soon. Like (I guess) the guys in the movie "Fight Club," I relished pain and suffering. One could probably say that what most people call Hell/torture, I called Heaven/feeling great.

One example that stands out to me was when I was 15 (keep in mind that I was small for my age). Me and the football team didn't exactly get along, if you know what I'm saying. I walked into a room one day and there was the starting center of the team, with several of his friends (all of them were 10 times my size). This particular kid was into Horticulture and was wearing some peculiar looking hat with flowers all over it that day. One of his friends locked the door after I walked in - but I didn't care, I said it anyway. "Well, what do we have here? The Fat Ass plant loving fairy and his gang of fruitcake friends." After they kicked the stew out of me and finally let me go, I was like: "That was fun, let's do this again sometime."

My question to you is: "Was I a bully?" Because I always thought bullying meant picking on kids whom are small and/or can't fight back.

I've started a poll - feel free to vote/comment (poll will be up shortly).

ps - Nowadays, I have matured quite a bit and am no way like that anymore. Most people whom know me these days say I'm real nice and quite passive, actually. I would say that's probably true. AND I'd be lying if I said that sometimes, being the old me was not kind of fun. But I have no qualms these days about the person I've become. :peace
 
I was a real wild child. I used to like to antagonize my classmates at school - but I picked on kids whom were at least 2 years older and twice my size (whom could do something about it, in other words). I always got the crap beat out of me, but here's the kicker: I enjoyed every minute of it and wanted to do it again real soon. Like (I guess) the guys in the movie "Fight Club," I relished pain and suffering. One could probably say that what most people call Hell/torture, I called Heaven/feeling great.

One example that stands out to me was when I was 15 (keep in mind that I was small for my age). Me and the football team didn't exactly get along, if you know what I'm saying. I walked into a room one day and there was the starting center of the team, with several of his friends (all of them were 10 times my size). This particular kid was into Horticulture and was wearing some peculiar looking hat with flowers all over it that day. One of his friends locked the door after I walked in - but I didn't care, I said it anyway. "Well, what do we have here? The Fat Ass plant loving fairy and his gang of fruitcake friends." After they kicked the stew out of me and finally let me go, I was like: "That was fun, let's do this again sometime."

My question to you is: "Was I a bully?" Because I always thought bullying meant picking on kids whom are small and/or can't fight back.

I've started a poll - feel free to vote/comment (poll will be up shortly).

ps - Nowadays, I have matured quite a bit and am no way like that anymore. Most people whom know me these days say I'm real nice and quite passive, actually. I would say that's probably true. AND I'd be lying if I said that sometimes, being the old me was not kind of fun. But I have no qualms these days about the person I've become. :peace

Yeah, you were a bully, just not a particularly bright one, or one with a masochistic streak. Bullying someone isn't necessarily limited to someone smaller and weaker than you.
 
There is a fine line determining dominance physically and mentally and bullying. I was small for my age up until I started high school. I was very athletic and strong but a lot of kids were considerably larger than me. I was bullied and took quite a few beatings but I generally fought back and was very vengeful. I was suspended once for pushing a bully down a flight of steps after being picked on. Fortunately he wasn't hurt and several long talks with the guidance counselor brought a lot of the bullies under fire. By my sophomore year in school I started to overtake most kids in size and the issue became irrelevant for me. By graduation I was over 6' and around 180 lbs and had joined the army to become an MP.

Unfortunately it is difficult to determine when normal physical horse play among boys has turned into abuse. I noticed while the bullying among boys was more physical the girls were even meaner mentally. While my friends and I ganged together and took down the bus stop bully it seems to me the mental bullying by the girls can be much more dangerous.
 
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I was a real wild child. I used to like to antagonize my classmates at school - but I picked on kids whom were at least 2 years older and twice my size (whom could do something about it, in other words). I always got the crap beat out of me, but here's the kicker: I enjoyed every minute of it and wanted to do it again real soon. Like (I guess) the guys in the movie "Fight Club," I relished pain and suffering. One could probably say that what most people call Hell/torture, I called Heaven/feeling great.

One example that stands out to me was when I was 15 (keep in mind that I was small for my age). Me and the football team didn't exactly get along, if you know what I'm saying. I walked into a room one day and there was the starting center of the team, with several of his friends (all of them were 10 times my size). This particular kid was into Horticulture and was wearing some peculiar looking hat with flowers all over it that day. One of his friends locked the door after I walked in - but I didn't care, I said it anyway. "Well, what do we have here? The Fat Ass plant loving fairy and his gang of fruitcake friends." After they kicked the stew out of me and finally let me go, I was like: "That was fun, let's do this again sometime."

My question to you is: "Was I a bully?" Because I always thought bullying meant picking on kids whom are small and/or can't fight back.

I've started a poll - feel free to vote/comment (poll will be up shortly).

ps - Nowadays, I have matured quite a bit and am no way like that anymore. Most people whom know me these days say I'm real nice and quite passive, actually. I would say that's probably true. AND I'd be lying if I said that sometimes, being the old me was not kind of fun. But I have no qualms these days about the person I've become. :peace

I don't think the answer to your question is simple. I don't see a clear set of motives, actions, or outcomes that allow me to answer in a binary way.

This really just makes me wonder how your early childhood was, or wasn't, how you experienced schooling, and when some of the other experiences you mentioned kicked into play.
 
Yeah, you were a bully, just not a particularly bright one, or one with a masochistic streak. Bullying someone isn't necessarily limited to someone smaller and weaker than you.

I was very bright - excelled academically and had one of the highest GPA's in a school of over 1000 kids. I also measured over 140 on all my IQ tests. So, I think your latter reason (the masochistic streak) makes more sense in that I enjoyed pain, though I don't really know why. This stuff is just starting to come up in that I'm finally starting to analyze it and wonder if I did anything wrong myself - up until recently, it was always believed by my therapists (for instance) that the other kids whom used to pummel me were the culprits. But I always instigated it by running my mouth - a factor, I confess, that I have not mentioned to them. Maybe I'm finally ready to address the truth, who knows.
 
I don't think the answer to your question is simple. I don't see a clear set of motives, actions, or outcomes that allow me to answer in a binary way.

This really just makes me wonder how your early childhood was, or wasn't, how you experienced schooling, and when some of the other experiences you mentioned kicked into play.

I think I may know why I did those things, though I'm not sure I feel comfortable saying it on thread in this forum. Early childhood experiences are something I'll be addressing soon, with a brand new therapist I'm seeing in about a week and a half. Like I mentioned in another post, I think I'm finally ready to address this stuff.
 
I'm an eldest brother. Yes, I've bullied. :lol:

Now, I wouldn't say that it was ever particularly severe, nor a constant or regular thing. Hell! I got my hide tanned for even some of the more minor things that did happen during my childhood, anything more major never would have been tolerated. However, I would be lying if I said that there weren't at least a few incidents over the years of which I'm not especially proud.

It was kid's stuff, thankfully. I grew out of it. :)

I actually tend to go out of my way to be relaxed and patient with anyone put under me these days.

Edit:

For the record, the OP sounds more like masochism than "bullying," per se.
 
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I was a real wild child. I used to like to antagonize my classmates at school - but I picked on kids whom were at least 2 years older and twice my size (whom could do something about it, in other words). I always got the crap beat out of me, but here's the kicker: I enjoyed every minute of it and wanted to do it again real soon. Like (I guess) the guys in the movie "Fight Club," I relished pain and suffering. One could probably say that what most people call Hell/torture, I called Heaven/feeling great.

One example that stands out to me was when I was 15 (keep in mind that I was small for my age). Me and the football team didn't exactly get along, if you know what I'm saying. I walked into a room one day and there was the starting center of the team, with several of his friends (all of them were 10 times my size). This particular kid was into Horticulture and was wearing some peculiar looking hat with flowers all over it that day. One of his friends locked the door after I walked in - but I didn't care, I said it anyway. "Well, what do we have here? The Fat Ass plant loving fairy and his gang of fruitcake friends." After they kicked the stew out of me and finally let me go, I was like: "That was fun, let's do this again sometime."

My question to you is: "Was I a bully?" Because I always thought bullying meant picking on kids whom are small and/or can't fight back.

I've started a poll - feel free to vote/comment (poll will be up shortly).

ps - Nowadays, I have matured quite a bit and am no way like that anymore. Most people whom know me these days say I'm real nice and quite passive, actually. I would say that's probably true. AND I'd be lying if I said that sometimes, being the old me was not kind of fun. But I have no qualms these days about the person I've become. :peace

in my younger days, i recall slow witted fellows who would often willingly perform stupid physical feats to gain acceptance
another would never decline a wager, resulting in his doing many stupid things
you embarked on your own unique manner to gain acceptance from the group you believed had a social status you envied

that will be 5c
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I dunno. I once told Worm Williams that he stunk - because he did. Does that count?
 
I'm an eldest brother. Yes, I've bullied. :lol:

Now, I wouldn't say that it was ever particularly severe, nor a constant or regular thing. Hell! I got my hide tanned for even some of the more minor things that did happen during my childhood, anything more major never would have been tolerated. However, I would be lying if I said that there weren't at least a few incidents over the years of which I'm not especially proud.

It was kid's stuff, thankfully. I grew out of it. :)

I actually tend to go out of my way to be relaxed and patient with anyone put under me these days.

Edit:

For the record, the OP sounds more like masochism than "bullying," per se.

It sounds more like you did more horse play or right of passage type thing than actual bullying. When I think of bullying I think of the kid that keeps getting picked on week after week. The one they make fun of and teased to the point of mentally or physically causing damage.

I was the brunt of what I call incidents where seniors in high school would cause you grief for the moment but when it was over it was over. They had their laugh and went on to mess with someone else.
 
in my younger days, i recall slow witted fellows who would often willingly perform stupid physical feats to gain acceptance
another would never decline a wager, resulting in his doing many stupid things
you embarked on your own unique manner to gain acceptance from the group you believed had a social status you envied

that will be 5c
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That's what I like about you - straightforward, honest and hits the bulls eye right on the mark, without getting overly loquacious. :)

Do you take credit cards, by the way? :mrgreen:
 
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