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Who was your enemy or the bully when you were growing up? and Why?

  1. lannm profile image61
    lannmposted 5 years ago

    Who was your enemy or the bully when you were growing up? and Why?

  2. lburmaster profile image83
    lburmasterposted 5 years ago

    Ben in kindergarden, Chase and Jason in middle school, then Jorden at work.

  3. KevinC9998 profile image80
    KevinC9998posted 5 years ago

    There was a kid, John B. in grade school who was a bully to pretty much everyone.  At the age of 20 he was shot dead while sitting in his car. The police speculated it was drug-related. The people in the neighborhood were not surprised. I guess what goes around comes around.

    1. lannm profile image61
      lannmposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      Wow... I believe what goes around comes around also..

  4. Mom Kat profile image82
    Mom Katposted 5 years ago

    Too many bullies to count!  I was picked on, teased, beat up, left out, & all together had a rotten childhood.  As for the why ~ you could say I was an easy target.
    I  prefer to believe it was because it made me a better person in the long run.
    I now have compassion, understanding, and empathy to a degree that most others don't.  Because I suffered I grew stronger. 
    So I would like to thank all of those bullies from my past.  I'm a better person because of them.

    1. lannm profile image61
      lannmposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      Awesome answer... it is amazing how our past can make us such strong individuals...

  5. JesadaB profile image76
    JesadaBposted 5 years ago

    There was this one neighborhood boy when I was about 5 that used to pick on me constantly and one day I stood up for myself and he stabbed me in the hand with a fork out of his lunch box because we were on our way home from school. I never had another bully as bad as that.

    1. lannm profile image61
      lannmposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      Oh my that sounds awful....  he sounds just dreadful...

    2. JesadaB profile image76
      JesadaBposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      It was not a good experiences by far, but soon aster that either his family moved or maybe they threw him in juvie because I don't recall ever seeing him again. Yay for me LoL

  6. Amberjewell profile image75
    Amberjewellposted 5 years ago

    I remember in school I used to have this girl who always made fun of me. I never did anything to warrant it, but she just chose me.
    I used to wear these BONGO brand overalls. So one day she thought it would be humorous to call me 'BONGO'. Annoying for a while...but I had an idea to make her stop.
    I asked my friends to nickname me bongo. lol She didn't like that, so she quit calling me that and began calling me 'Blondie' (ironically a cute nickname now), I asked my friends to start calling me that. Boy was that great. She quit picking on me all in all after that from what I remember.

    1. lannm profile image61
      lannmposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      That was really smart.... that is a share Hub...

  7. unvrso profile image92
    unvrsoposted 5 years ago

    It was one of my best friends. We were raised in the same neighborhood, and we were the same age. He knew my family and I knew his. I often was invited to his house to have breakfast or dinner, and we played marbles, soccer, hide and seek with a bunch of other kids.

    At the age of 8 or 9 he began beating me, and this lasted for a few months, until I had to break his mouth!

    Encouraged by my mother who knew about this occurrence, me and other kids plus my friend went to the park where we resolved the problem.

    After this problem was settled, we became more closely related as friends, and I was welcome at his house as he was welcome at mine. We grew older and joyfully remembered the incident.

  8. Jonathon Kennedy profile image60
    Jonathon Kennedyposted 5 years ago

    Myself. I always let what others said affect my actions and thought processes.

  9. Conservative Lady profile image74
    Conservative Ladyposted 5 years ago

    Sharon J and her gang of girl hoodlums picked on me nonstop all through 5th, 6th, and 7th grade. After that we went to different schools thank goodness. She called me out because I came from a poor family and didn't always wear the nicest clothing or the coolest accessories. Many years later I was working as a Charge Nurse on the surgical unit when we had a food tray spill on the floor. I called housekeeping and guess who showed up - Sharon. I could have made her feel small but I acted like I didn't recognize her and let it be. I could tell she recognized me and later that evening she came back to apologize for her tortous mean spiritedness in school. She made me a stronger person but it sure made a lot of undue stress in my younger years.

    1. gmwilliams profile image86
      gmwilliamsposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      See, you BECAME a professional-Charge Nurse while Sharon was a minion,  you OWNED IT! in the workplace and with Sharon!    Good, I love happy endings!

    2. Conservative Lady profile image74
      Conservative Ladyposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      Thank you gmwilliams!

  10. taazakhabar profile image61
    taazakhabarposted 5 years ago

    Fear... seriously. Fear of anything -- darkness, heights, being punished or being lonely is the worst enemy anyone can have. More so because though you can see and estimate the strength or size up any other enemy, fear is an unknown foe. And the worst part is you can do nothing to fight it? or maybe you don't know how to?

 
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