Elsie N
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I for one did indeed feel bullied. I'd guess (juts a guess) Mark was the popular captain of the football team dating all the cheerleaders, as he speaks of nerds with some derision on many occasions (including at the beginning of the first Dragon thread), but I was that nerd growing up, and still am, very much, proudly. In high school I was bullied to the point of requiring an ambulance and two days in the hospital, and I really, really don't like it any more now then I did then.
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Nerd to me is the smart, clever guy in class... not the guy that got bashed.
I got bashed at school almost everyday because I was small and because I was from another country, (seriously) and a very easy target, because I never fort back and I never told on the bullies.
So take no offence my nerd comments as they are more aimed at people more intelligent than I being able to give a more technically polished response.
Robert... Lets hug. lets move onwards and upwards.
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I think it very revealing how the two of you arrived at your current level of success and I suspect your stories mirror those of many others here on REDuser. Not only that, a backstory helps one understand someone's written words better and helps a reader to put their words into a context that is based on what the reader knows about the person rather than what they read into the sterile words on a page.
So I will share my backstory. I went to a small school which was appropriate because I too was a small person as a kid. And while I don't recall being bullied, we did have a bully at my grade school. He was my cousin and one day he picked on my best friend so I challenged him, although he was my cousin and was literally, twice my size. We were supposed to meet at the gymnasium after lunch. Everybody gathered, even high schoolers, because a fight was a big event back during that time... plus they wanted to make sure nobody got hurt really bad (meaning me.) Long story short we semi-wrestled and my cousin pinned me against the wall and was squushing me pretty hard, so I bit him in the back... the lower back because that's how much bigger he was than me. The high schoolers pretty much stopped the fight then and there and declared it a draw.
I was still small for my age in high school which was a different one than the school where I grew up, but probably a lot like high schools everywhere. Interestingly, I was able to move within the different cliques fluidly, even the cool guys clique. But one of the members of that clique was particularly obnoxious and actually had one or two teachers a little fearful of him because his Dad was on the school board. I didn't like that guy and I guess it showed in my demeanor.
So one day after a track meet we competed in, I was assigned to ride back in my nemesis's Dad's car with some other team members. Looking back, I may have been a little sullen on the ride back to my own car, parked at a meeting place where we left from to go to the track meet. When we got there my nemesis said some stuff to me and I said some stuff back at him and we took a few swings at one another until his Dad decided it was time to break it up. Pretty much allowed to be a draw.
Again, looking back, I think it was the Dad who may have covertly promoted the fight through his son. And re-living the scene in my mind, I think he thought he was doing it for my own good. But by his son trying to wield power over others through his Dad's position, at that time I assumed the Dad was as bad as the son.
But anyway, here I was having had two fights ending in draws.
Then, a third (and final) fight ending in a bloody, scrambled-brain mess that taught me not to get into physical altercations.
My Dad and I were not close, nor was he close to my three older brothers. I think he saw his job as being a teacher to his kids and not their (our) best buddy. There was bonding and doing stuff together of course, but for the most part, he always maintained his posture as parent as opposed to best friend.
As time passes, I think I have a sense of fair play and having seen my Dad make many decisions throughout his life that were detrimental financially to him but were the right thing to do, if I indeed do possess such a trait, I think it came about through observing him.
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