My own attempt at bullying.
I was bullied at primary school by two 'bigger boys'. In my preteen mind I decided the way to deal with this was to bully someone smaller than me.

Even though it was 25 odd years ago, I still remember his name and how he looked. His name was Adrian. He was about the same height as me, but very skinny and had that almost white/blonde hair. He smelt of wee most of the time (which in later life I learned was just a result of clothes not being dried properly) and always looked slightly grubby. He came from the rather rough council estate the surrounded this Colchester primary school.

I walked up to him in the playground after school. I growled "Adrian, I'm gonna duff you up 'cos you smell of piss". I drew my hand back ready to beat him senseless.

And then he punched me in the face and ran.

My career as a school bully started and stopped right at that very moment. The shock of receiving a fist to the mouth, as weak as it was, stunned me in to realising that I didn't really want to inflict pain on other people, that I just didn't have that bullying gene. I'm a pacifist, man.

So thank you Adrian for stopping me becoming some arse who acts out their own insecurities on those weaker than them.
(Big Smurf Brush me daddy-O, Fri 15 May 2009, 23:11, 1 reply)

good on you
for telling this and good on Adrian for dealing out the type of retribution i wish my daughter who's 13 (but growing into a starpping young man) would deal out when confronted by the four boys who threw ice at her and her sisters.
(Discreditor wants the dream to come true, Sat 16 May 2009, 18:31, closed)