true enough...
when I was a kid, the school bully beat me up a few times because he was a) big for his age and, b) three years above me. I could be self-pitying about it, or I could say "well, that was twenty years ago, so forget it" and still feel bad, or I could do what I actually did which was take the inevitable kicking, but hit him in the teeth with a hard-backed hymn book so he realised he'd get hurt if he tried it again. He left me alone and I got some life experience out of it.

I see so many tales on here of "oh, I was bullied and it ruined my life" - bollocks - you might have been bullied, but you did fuck all to fight back and you *let* it ruin your life.

The meek may well inherit the earth, but it'll only be after every other fucker has finished with it - these Emo-types need to grow some balls, stand up for themselves when people have a go and realise that no-one is perfect and that they might have been a bit of an obnoxious cock with their "I won't follow the crowd, you bunch of mindless sheep" attitude and soon they'll find that they're heading towards being a normal human being.
(Chad, Tue 20 Jan 2009, 16:37, 1 reply)

sometimes the crowd is going in the right direction
that's my piece of wisdom for today
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 20 Jan 2009, 16:42, closed)