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Although I was bullied continuously at school during my younger years, it wasn't the physical damage which destroyed my childhood desires, but the repurcussions such actions have on your family.

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You see, parents tend to react in two clear ways to any threat to their young. The instrumental mother's role is that of going over the persecutor's head to their parents to sort this out diplomatically, overlooking two important facts:

- Bullies aren't born. They're spawned. I've seen The Omen and know for a fact that putrid bags of hate such as those have been summoned from the very depths of Hell itself, intent on destroying their own families as part of the development process. Asking their Mum to stop their child from being a devious shit is like asking the lass on the checkouts at Tesco to stop making their own brand Chicken Balti quite so spicy.

- Shit rolls downhill. If you grass it up to their seniors, expect doubly violent repurcussions on your end for being a spineless little pansy.

So, this led to me seaking advice from my father, a wise man of sound being. Okay, so I lie. My father hit me more often than the bullies, and at least the bullies didn't use belts. This upbringing obviously prompted his wise suggestion:

'Hit 'em in the balls, Foxy! I didn't raise you to be a faggot!'

Father dearest, if I wasn't built like a dandelion and didn't have the physical grace of a Parkinsons patient, do you not think I would have tried this already? Bullies, in accordance with their spawning manual, are fed on a diet of brick dust and the tears of children. Having a child who can recite Monty Python and the Holy Grail word for word lunge at a 12 year old built like a concrete shithouse couldn't be any more ineffective if I breathed heavily on him in hope of wounding the fucker beforehand.

In the end, I accepted that life is an unfair experience which can't be resolved by having others fight your own battles. Although there is a lot of pain and suffering along the way, all persecutions breed strength, and without that I wouldn't be where I am today, in charge of my life and with a fantastic woman by my side. I may not have enjoyed the experience, but being bullied made me a stronger man than I would have ever been without.

Okay, you got me. I Photoshopped the guy's face onto some gay porn and hid copies of it in his belongings.

Every day.

For 2 years.

Occasionally I threw in death threats.

I'm a better person now.
(FoxyBadger (try saying it backwards), Thu 14 May 2009, 16:08, Reply)