Well, thank you, my ego is swelling nicely from your compliments. I also speak from personal experience in this case.Zen Bard said:I remember this one time in ninth grade (not Band Camp) once telling a kid who bullied me daily "Look, can we get this over with? I'm late for class."MakerofMysteries said:snip
Naturally, the kid rammed me into a locker and punched me twice in the stomach. But I got up, thanked him and ran...shaking...to class.
I wasn't in any way, shape or form intentionally trying to be a badass. I simply had so much on my mind, I didn't have time to be scared at that particular moment.
But I noticed he backed off after that. Oh he still teased me...but I no longer seemed to be his primary source of amusement ("abusement"?). Took me years to realize it was because I just wasn't as fun to pick on anymore.
Bullies bully because they're insecure and make themselves feel better by picking on others. When I realized that, I was amazed at how much less scary to me those fuckers became.
Up until the age of 13/14, I was a fat, short, four-eyed cry-baby who either went into a fit of rage or bawling-mode when bullied, as I quite naturally was. Then in about 3-6 months' time I dropped around 40-50 pounds (20-25 kilos) and became a male anorexic for about a year or two. Fairly stable now, though.
A lot of the bullying stopped when I lost my weight - fat kids are always easy targets, skinny-ish kids are really more normal at that age - but even more so because I actually stopped caring about people's opinions; they may have initially motivated my weight loss and made me start exercising (more than was healthy) and eating less (barely one whole meal per day). However, the driving force for the rest of those two years was my own self-loathing and criticism of my body; some other people occasionally said that I'd started looking a wee bit skinny but the delusions induced by anorexia naturally made me refute such claims.
What that essentially did was to phase out the verbal abuse (violence was rare at our school) until the bullies got the hint that I simply wasn't taking the bite any more. So it stopped. Of course, I still suffered a different kind of bullying and oppression, but that came from within.
Ironic, really. Only by bullying myself was I able to stop being bullied by others. Not a recommended method, of course, but I do encourage people to not give a sodding damn. =)
Now, I've whined enough; escapists above and below, feel free to resume the shit-storm of conflicting ideals. Bon chance.