I was a dorky kid. I got my ass kicked a lot.
RARELY did I know it was coming until I was getting pounded.
Why don't bullies work on Monday?
This has got to be bullshit or a practical joke.
I don't know about you but one skill I garnered in my sentence at Kids, both in El Paso and in Bergen Cnty was to detect bullshit. There certainly was a lot of it floating around on both sides of the rapstools.
Besides, how the hell am I supposed to help you with bullies when I may or may not know who or where you are? I may never have met you.
Despite the fact that I shared a fucked-up experience with a lot of people doesn't make them my friends. It DEFINITELY doesn't make it my responsibility to help their asses when they're in a jam!
If you don't have the balls to stand up to bullies now, then you deserve whatever happens to you. We live in a world where such behavior warrants criminal prosecution. Hell, if nothing else embarrass them by going to the press.
Yeah, maybe I'm callous. I'm cold-hearted. I'm uncaring, unfeeling and un-empathetic.
But nobody says I have to be nice, happy, warm & fuzzy. That was Newton trying to mold us all into the yuppie ass-kissing model of a citizen his son turned out to be after Straight.
Sorry, but I don't fit that mold. I didn't 15 years ago and I don't now.
And I'm not going to pretend that I give a fuck about someone rambling on about bullies when they are either:
A - too much of a pussy to do something about the bullies, i.e. fight back, tell the authorities, burn their house down or whatever.
and/or
B - desperately in need of attention and knows no other way to get it.
Forgive me. It's been a shitty week.