I got a story. True, too.
I was about 16, close to 17. My boyfriends friends girlfriend hung out with us all the time. She was a quiet little thing but for some stupidly idiotic reason, I didn't like her. Maybe I was jealous of her. Hell, I dunno. I just didn't like her. Then one day I said I was gonna beat her ass. She never said a word. Just sat there all quiet. To me and my idiotic mind, that was permission to continue my assinine behavior. So I made it a point to always tell her I was gonna beat her ass.
One day we were all at the pizza parlor and I said my usual stupid shit and I guess she had had enough. She said "lets go outside. I am so very tired of hearing this. Come out and beat my ass then". So I get up, acting all bad ass and go outside where she commences to beat the living tar out of me. As I sat in the alley, which was very wet from rain, dazed, I saw before me a hand. When I looked up to see who that hand belonged to, it was her. I reached back, and she raised me up, brushed the hair out of my face, then tried to dust off the wet goop from the alley...and I reciprocated. She said "let's shake, forget this, and be friends now, ok?" and I said I would be honored.
I learned a lesson that day. Lots of lessons, actually.
Don't pick on people you think are weaker than you.
Being a bully is being idiotic.
Do not go in wet alleys. They stink, lol.
Hands that reach out to you are sometimes friendly hands.
I was about 16, close to 17. My boyfriends friends girlfriend hung out with us all the time. She was a quiet little thing but for some stupidly idiotic reason, I didn't like her. Maybe I was jealous of her. Hell, I dunno. I just didn't like her. Then one day I said I was gonna beat her ass. She never said a word. Just sat there all quiet. To me and my idiotic mind, that was permission to continue my assinine behavior. So I made it a point to always tell her I was gonna beat her ass.
One day we were all at the pizza parlor and I said my usual stupid shit and I guess she had had enough. She said "lets go outside. I am so very tired of hearing this. Come out and beat my ass then". So I get up, acting all bad ass and go outside where she commences to beat the living tar out of me. As I sat in the alley, which was very wet from rain, dazed, I saw before me a hand. When I looked up to see who that hand belonged to, it was her. I reached back, and she raised me up, brushed the hair out of my face, then tried to dust off the wet goop from the alley...and I reciprocated. She said "let's shake, forget this, and be friends now, ok?" and I said I would be honored.
I learned a lesson that day. Lots of lessons, actually.
Don't pick on people you think are weaker than you.
Being a bully is being idiotic.
Do not go in wet alleys. They stink, lol.
Hands that reach out to you are sometimes friendly hands.