So everyone... Bullies

[NotSoLoneWanderer]

Last time I was bullied was several years before my growth spurt around err 6? 7? 8? or so years old. It was a some prick kid who would make fun of me because I was fat (I'm still rather chubby but my height and muscle balance it out) and would make me cry. Even at the young age I still tried to be nice to everyone and talk things out, but one day I was playing outside and he comes over and starts calling me names so I tackle him to the ground punch him in the face a few times, shove dirt in his mouth, rip his shirt off continue punching him, stand up kick him in the ribs and jump on him a few times, then I grabbed him by the hair and said leave me alone. He never bothered me again and he soon moved away perhaps because of my actions perhaps not. A few years later I taught myself...well...basically it's like the CQC that solid snake does (I was really surprised when I played MGS3 for the first time) combined with tackles and grapples not that I've ever had to seriously use it.
Oh! For example a few friends were play fighting and I was standing off to the side but a friend innocently says come on its not like we're really fighting and pretends to punch me so I can't help but laugh as I side step his punch grab his arm put my arm across his chest and my foot behind his foot and throw him (lightly) to the ground. Then they spent the afternoon learning my OMGHAXORNINJASKILLZ.

Edit: I was never bullied in school because it's always easy for me to make friends as I am told I'm very likable.

 

[CM156_v1legacy]

A few times. Once was by a 7th grader who was having family problems. While he was pinning me down, he broke down, crying. I told him I wouldn't tell if he went to the counsoler and talked to them about his issues. He became a productive member of the school after that.

In high school, I was picked on by a stupid person. I twisted his words, and implied he took it up the ass. He left me alone after that. I wonder why?

 

[Dr. wonderful]

Yup, I described it like that:

Bullied
fought bullies
Now everyone afraid of me.

 

[Dfskelleton]

I've made it pretty clear that I'm not one to be bullied. One person tried, I picked out an obvious character flaw of his and exploited it, he never bothered me again. People know that I don't take insults to heart, so people just started giving up.
Captcha was "Bro. ychoin"

 

[Saviordd1]

This moron likes to make fun of my weight, but decides to make fun of how slow I must be instead.

(Which, for explanation, I'm not, I have reflexes which my ex girlfriend describes as "fucking weird")

One day I wasn't in the mood, he called me slow and fat, I grabbed his neck and squeezed before he even managed to react, I didn't do any damage but I sure as hell made my point.

 

[German Borbon]

i was bullied when i was a kid. i had a family loss and i was pretty sensible but i overcome it and now im fine

 

[FortheLegion]

Luckily the only bullying I ever received was some minor teasing when I was in elementary school and then again later when I went to school in Australia.

 

[DarkShadow144]

Since I was a wee lad I was the "socially awkward" kid, so I obviously became prime target #1. From 2nd-8th grade it was just bully after bully. But during that 8th grade year I kind of had ,what the counselor called, an "episode" and proceeded to kick the crap out of the bully. I should have gotten about a month suspension, but with the benefit of the principle being a family friend I just got a week worth. Oh, and I became know as "the kid most likely to shoot up the school." So...the bullies stopped.

 

[TheBlakkat]

I was bullied so much during my elementary years. I was picked up by the legs, spun in circles and thrown at fences. I got pushed in front of swings. I almost got my head dunked in a toilet, I was beaten up quite often. I was a practice dummy for wrestling moves. I got my school projects destroyed. My parent's wouldn't switch me schools and the teachers did nothing to stop it (save one of them), despite myself, my friends and my parents going to the office multiple times. After a while I just stopped telling people about it and became depressed for quite a while.

And I couldn't defend myself because I was extremely skinny and short.

I got better though. I mean sure, it left me with some issues for a little while and I had a few phases of depression and social ineptitude, but today my life is amazing. I have a heap of friends, my grades are up and I've enjoyed some romantic success.

To anyone who's being bullied right now: Life gets better. No matter how hopeless it feels right now, there's always people who are willing to help you, you just need to go and look for them.

 

[Jake0fTrades]

No, I have the blessing of good genes. I'm tall, thin, I have relatively average features and an affable demeanor. Most people leave me be, the few that don't must face an unrelenting barrage of sarcasm.

I had a slight weight issue in middle school though, and a few kids did give me grief, and before that in elementary school I was a bit of a bully. It's funny how these things come full circle, isn't it?

 

[Optiluiz]

Today, I'm best friends with a guy that would have bullied me to death a mere 5 years ago. It really depends. I've dealt with bullies before, but just verbally. I've always been a little awkward, but now it just doesn't happen anymore, and if it does, I no longer have an aversion to violence...

 

[Frozen Donkey Wheel2]

I have two small stories concerning bullying. Spoilered for cleanliness.

Spoiler

Well...I hesitate to call it bullying. He was trying, but I never took him seriously. He was this little dorky dude that was even shorter and more unpopular then I was. This was an impressive feat, considering I was probably around 4'6'' in 8th grade, and I almost never spoke.

Anyway, he liked to annoy me for fun. Just really stupid shit. He came up with like, 3 insults and used them about 50 times a day. I think what eventually stopped him is he realized that even though I hated him, I still (inadvertently) treated him better then everyone else did, making me the closest thing he had to a friend. It was actually a little sad to watch his behavior slowly change as he tried to become friends with me. Then I realized what an ass he was, and it became extremely funny.

Spoiler

Another time, I was waiting at the door to leave the class seconds before the bell was going to ring. Then this guy who was kind of a douchebag but who I had never had a problem with before, walked up to me and started hitting my hand with a water bottle.(I was leaning on a table) It didn't hurt at all, so I just kinda stared at him while he kept hitting me. A few people started watching. After a few seconds I said, "Feel better about yourself yet?". (a couple of people laughed) He got kinda flustered and said "Kinda, yeah." He stopped a few seconds later and wandered off, realizing he had just made an idiot of himself. So that was fun.

But as far as really serious, getting beat up after school, wedgies and pantsing, depression-causing bullying....Nope. I guess I was just lucky that.

Spoiler: EDIT

Oh yeah, and this one time, my friends and I were huddled in a big group at lunch over...something. A gameboy. I don't know, I forget what we were looking at. But at some point, I happened to look up. No reason, I just did. But I happened to see a slushie flying through the air, literally about 3 feet from us, and closing. I had just enough to time to casually take a step back before it hit all my friends perfectly. I was unscathed. It was pretty awesome. Not a bullying story, really. But it was awesome. No idea why someone thew a slushie at us, but I seem to remember us stealing something from them. Or putting their backpack's inside out, so they cant get to the zippers. I don't know, it was a long time ago.

Spoiler: EDIT, REVISITED: I guess this counts as a bullying story.

Way back in middle school, one of my friends used to the library where these kids were playing Yu-gi-oh. He'd run up to their table and smack a baseball card down in the middle of their game, yelling "MARK WEST!!" (he's a baseball player) Eventually, they tore it in half. He put the halves back together, laminated them, and did it again. It was hilarious. Man, now I want to start a topic for funny shit you did in school. Good times....

 

[kommando367]

I'm that "psycho" that everyone is convinced is going to shoot up the school or aomething like that. No one bullies me.

 

[Agayek]

I spent a lot of time being picked on in school, which was weird because I was half again the size of anyone in my class. It got pretty bad for a while, made worse by the fact that all of the adults ignored me when I brought it up and I got in trouble whenever I tried to do anything about it. 'twasn't fun, but I learned a number of rather valuable lessons from it, not the least of which is that words are powerless without your consent.

 

[ArbiterX13]

Yeah, I've been bullied in PE, because I at least hang out with the nerds, I'm really quiet otherwise, and, although I try, I'm only okay at sports. Thing is, though, I'm not bullied as much anymore, because I watch a lot of anime and play a lot of video games.
This is because watching and playing so many disturbing things has allowed me to convincingly appear just a little bit...unhinged (I watched a lot of Soul Eater, if anyone's seen it; I'm really like a less-wimpy version of Crona--depressive and self-deprecating, but not incessantly whiny or afraid. This is to justify what follows this sentence.)
Here's a great example: We were playing baseball in PE, and it was my turn to bat. So this narcissistic football player (whose name I shall not mention on the off-chance he has an account on here, too) who's the pitcher at the moment sees that it's me and immediately starts talking about how easy I'll be to get out ("If he hits the ball at all (and that's a big effin' 'if'), it's gonna go right back into my hands!"). For the record, this guy, even though he's on the football team (JV, mind) is awful at football. I almost thought of using that and just insulting him, but decided that that would only make it worse. Well, my inner-thespian (I'm a drama person, I just got back from rehearsal for my second play) kicked in, and I held up the bat, looked at the empty space to the side of me, and said passively:
"What do you think, David? Should we kill him?"
Everything stopped as people just watched me. I nodded slightly.
"Yeah, you're right...I don't have any upper-body strength, I couldn't kill him with a blunt weapon. Well, not quickly. But you could try, if you wanted to."
By this point, the football player is making jokes about how I'm probably retarded or something. The people still watching me notice me hold the bat out to someone who isn't really there (it just falls to the ground, naturally), then, with a quiet, "Oh! This might work," pick up a long piece of broken glass (which is all over my school--yeah, kinda sucks). No one's laughing anymore.
"David, do you think this is sharp enough to slit his throat?" I wait for a bit, then cut my finger with it and grin. "Well, if it can cut my finger, then it should be able to cut at least one vein before the glass breaks. Do you think it'll break off and get stuck in there? ...Yeah, I hope so, too." One of the football player's friends runs off to go find our PE coach (who wasn't there...talk about responsibility issues) as I turn back to the football player.
"Hey...do you know what heterochromia iridum is?" I ask him as I lurch forward a little bit. By now I can tell he's a little bit nervous. "No? ...Shame. It's very interesting, isn't it David?" I begin to walk toward him, continuing to talk.
"Heterochromia iridum is a condition where a lack or surplus of melanin in one eye makes one iris a different color than the other. It's really a very fascinating (sshh, David! I'm getting there!) mutation. There have been a few horror films where heterochromia iridum has proven to cause psychopathic and sometimes homicidal tendencies. Seems silly, but maybe not...after all..." At this point I sprint forward until I'm sure I could slit his throat (if I wanted to, which, keep in mind, I don't).
"One of my eyes is blue and one of them is green...and I'm going to kill you."
As anticipated, this freaks my oppressor out (he's really kind of wimp; he tore off his shirt and started screaming when a praying mantis landed on his shoulder) and he starts freaking out and trying to punch me (tip: when people are scared, their attacks are a lot easier to dodge). All the while, I'm shouting at him, "Do you see it yet? Can you see how their colors aren't the same?!"
Well, the coach finally shows up and breaks up everything. I got a detention, but this was largely successful, because
1) I was never bullied again, because that guy is still terrified of me.
2) Because I actually have a lot of friends who are upperclassmen and I have a lot of friends who are girls, word quickly spread that I wasn't actually crazy, and that myself and the other tenors in Madrigals (advanced show choir) did stupid stuff like this relatively often, when we weren't on the piano, talking about video games, or singing medleys in four-part harmony. As a result, only the JV team at my school thinks I'm crazy.
And yes, I do actually have heterochromia iridum.

 

[FernandoV]

Have you ever been bullied and what did you do about it?

Ill start.

A few years ago I used to have long hair (Im a guy) and two other lads who got on my college bus decided it would be funny to start picking at my temper. On the last day of term they crossed the line, the more prominant bully kid started by hitting my head as he passed my seat and then sat right behind me to continue picking at my temper. Next he got out his phone and has a sound of a hair razor so he thought he'd put that on my head with that playing to annoy me further. Finally he had half a pack of custard creams, so he crumpled them up and placed the crumbs Into my hair, that completely made me at bursting point.

So we arrive at his stop a minute later and he thinks that he gets away with it and has all holiday for me to forget about what he did to me, but as he steps down the isle, I kicked him in the back of the leg with extreme force and then he turns round to fight me, little did he know im quite handy in a fight so without him landing a single blow he leaves the bus with 2 black eyes, a bent nose, fat lip and fractured jaw.

After a pat on the back and well done from my dad who said "He had it coming, im proud of you son" I got a warning of the police which as of july 21st this year has ran out .

My DNA has been removed from the police system and the bullies life has gone to ruin, hes obese, has no friends, hes on drugs and fails at his schoolwork and exams so yeah...

My lifes Biggest win summed up there. Next?

So basically you validated your entire life by your revenge on some kid who probably doesn't even remember you. Great job.

 

[DJ_DEnM]

I was bullied for being american when I moved to Mexico. As a pacifist the only solution I had was change schools. That helped. Though it's not to say that I don't want revenge now.

 

[Psychedelic Spartan]

All throughout elementary school, I was bullied. Teachers did nothing and I had one friend in the school. Even to this day, in 9th grade it still sends shivers down my spine to think about it. Message me if you want any specific details, but at the time being, I should probably go to bed.

 

[MichaelTheBold]

I had a bully in middle school, he was a real asshole. His name was rob. he would always pick on me and hit me for making origami. One of my friends, Brian heard about it so one day durring science class my friend took his chair and threw it at the asshole.
never heard from rob again.
still friends with Brian cause hes awesome.

if there's any moral to the story its that friends kick ass

 

[Sarah Frazier]

I only remembered being bullied in elementary school. One kid kept grabbing my chest whenever we were all forced to play Tag, so after telling him for the umpteenth time to stop grabbing me there I grabbed him by the wrist and twisted the arm as hard as I could. He came back the next day in a sling and I didn't get in too much trouble because anyone who was art of the game supported me in that I did indeed scream at him to stop grabbing my chest.

The other time I remember was a pair of bullies skulking around and tossing insults at anyone who walked within ten feet of them. After a while they started rushing at anyone who ignored their insults, no matter how much older or younger the other kid was. The skinny one tried to charge at me, but I charged right back while barking like a dog. This probably happened the same year I moved to another state and I was a bit crazy from not knowing anyone or caring.

The only other time a bully tried to intimidate me was when I was cornered and felt like he may really hurt me. All he could do was it and whimper after a swift kick to the balls.