I have a friend who'd compliment you with, "He owned it, worked it, turned their shit around, and beat them over the head with it." Failing to be impressed or intimidated can be an effective weapon, I've found.
I have a friend who'd compliment you with, "He owned it, worked it, turned their shit around, and beat them over the head with it." Failing to be impressed or intimidated can be an effective weapon, I've found.
Dunno if you had or played a game called “oops upside your head” as a kid, but it wasn’t a game I ever lost. It was also a game I didn’t play unless absolutely necessary. Poor dummies….I’m sure I left more than a few of their brain eggs scrambled. Oh well. :-)
I was shit scared of trying these psychological tactics or trying to satisfy them with information and porn. But I was 14; I had been scared of other boys on a daily basis with already 7 years of daily phyical hurts and insults. Maybe, I thought that I had nothing to lose by trying a rational approach and psychological "judo throws". [big grin] It worked and I was never physically bullied again. My attempts at porn were discovered/uncovered by our PE teacher. He wasn't familair with my handwriting but he did accuse me based on what other boys said. He was young, handsome and I sussed him out as possibly a closeted gay (not that term was known to me then). I freely confessed that I was the pornographer, excplained that I had been bullied every day for 7 years for being queer, an atypical boy, a physically weedy intellectual swot. He gave me a thoughtful look and said that my strategy had worked. He told me to stop writing porn and that one day people will be more accepting of queer people. I said that I wanted to hug and kiss him and he said that he didn't think that would be wise. I have the advantage of being intuitive - maybe psychic.
Funny…I had a similar PE teacher. He seemed to love and hate me. Just when I thought he was on the bullies side, he was whispering in my ear how to end a fight faster. When I asked my dad if I was getting good advice, he laughed. “Oh yeah. He knows how to fight. Don’t do it too often, but that will make them leave you alone.” The trip? Punching them in the kidney. Not nice, but it did get most to avoid me like the plague. Which is all I ever wanted. The side effect is most decided to stop being bullies. At least to those I knew and liked. :-)
I have a friend who'd compliment you with, "He owned it, worked it, turned their shit around, and beat them over the head with it." Failing to be impressed or intimidated can be an effective weapon, I've found.
Dunno if you had or played a game called “oops upside your head” as a kid, but it wasn’t a game I ever lost. It was also a game I didn’t play unless absolutely necessary. Poor dummies….I’m sure I left more than a few of their brain eggs scrambled. Oh well. :-)
I was shit scared of trying these psychological tactics or trying to satisfy them with information and porn. But I was 14; I had been scared of other boys on a daily basis with already 7 years of daily phyical hurts and insults. Maybe, I thought that I had nothing to lose by trying a rational approach and psychological "judo throws". [big grin] It worked and I was never physically bullied again. My attempts at porn were discovered/uncovered by our PE teacher. He wasn't familair with my handwriting but he did accuse me based on what other boys said. He was young, handsome and I sussed him out as possibly a closeted gay (not that term was known to me then). I freely confessed that I was the pornographer, excplained that I had been bullied every day for 7 years for being queer, an atypical boy, a physically weedy intellectual swot. He gave me a thoughtful look and said that my strategy had worked. He told me to stop writing porn and that one day people will be more accepting of queer people. I said that I wanted to hug and kiss him and he said that he didn't think that would be wise. I have the advantage of being intuitive - maybe psychic.
Funny…I had a similar PE teacher. He seemed to love and hate me. Just when I thought he was on the bullies side, he was whispering in my ear how to end a fight faster. When I asked my dad if I was getting good advice, he laughed. “Oh yeah. He knows how to fight. Don’t do it too often, but that will make them leave you alone.” The trip? Punching them in the kidney. Not nice, but it did get most to avoid me like the plague. Which is all I ever wanted. The side effect is most decided to stop being bullies. At least to those I knew and liked. :-)