Bullies

A sad part of the human existence. I never was a bully, I don ‘t think. I always like to clown around and have fun. I wasn’t much of a fighter or scrapper. I much preferred to talk it out, LOL.

I was bullied on several occasions, I planned many ways to get even and make the bully suffer, but I never acted on the plans.

Surely a bully knows they are bullying. Bullys have always existed methinks. Most of us who have been subjects of bullies in our lives learn to try to avoid circumstances where we can be bullied. Sometimes it is pushed to the extremes, such going blocks out of your way to avoid contact or skipping school.

As a person who has been on the receiving end, you may can see where an incident like ‘Columbine’ could happen.  And no, for heaven’s sake I am not condoning it, I am saying you might can understand how a person can be pushed to that point, if they are short  a brick on their load.

This sad entry was keyed because of Ashley, the 18th victim of suicide off the George Washington Bridge this year. A list of girls she did not want at her funeral, ones who had bullied her, was found in her purse along with the suicide note.  Ashley was 22 years old. What a SAD way to get even.

I wonder if bullies feel bad when bad things happen because of their actions, or do they say “TS, they were cowards.”  Sad thing is Ashley is gone, she will not know who attends her funeral, what a terrible to ‘show them’. BUT SHE COULD THINK OF NO OTHER WAY TO MAKE A POINT.

It is usually loners who are bullied, because they have no friends as a safety net.  Me and many who comment here (I believe) have tried to befriend the unfriended at times.  Sometimes it works but many times it does not.

But now, getting older, I appreciate  friends from my past, and especially my youth. Mostly boys who understood me and shared their lives and secrets with me.  I think of them a lot, as my books reveal, Sticky was a late friend in my life, but Tuck and Buddy were The Friends in life.  Neither understand the impression they made on my life, I don’t fully, but by goodness, they were there.  I am the one who left, I needed the self discipline that I felt the USMC would give, and it did. Tuck  never needed that. Buddy later joined the USAF.

(Okay of the three of us, who remained good looking? and who became rich? Neither was successful with hair!)

There have been many friends in my life but the ones from my pre teens and teens are the ones that make a big impression. So you guys will never know. I think Buddy reads this drivel sometime, I don’t think Von Dale does, he hasn’t been feeling well this last year, besides he is busy moving the world.

I know, I have made this very personal, but shucks. It is my blog.  LOL

Nite Shipslog

PS:

To have friends, you must first show yourself friendly. (Many folk are friendly but you must help them bring it out!)

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