I did. Okay, not so much a friend, as a guy who would talk to me regularly and treat me and my friends with respect, occasionally tagging along with us. He’s still in my Facebook friends list to this day.
Back in elementary school there was a kid who was easily twice as big as everyone else. He’d push his way around and demand he get whatever he wanted. He finally crossed me one day, and I punched him as hard as I could right in the stomach. When he stood back up, I did it again. He never crossed me or my friends again, and became generally friendly with us. Bullies don’t concede without force.
I turned an eighth grade (Catholic elementary school) bully into a ninth grade (public jr high) “we’re pretty cool now,” likely because he was scared as fuck to be in this rough public middle school, and I’d been getting bullied my whole life so it was nothing different for me.
Mine tried, I was too nice to tell him to fuck off. He was a conservative shitheel by my high schools standards, and that’s a place I took some shit for voting for Obama (class of '13). I ditched all those fuckers when I went to college and came out though so idk. I hope he got better, I didn’t say hi when I ran into him between my fwb’s place and my classes in college though.
I managed to turn every fist fight I had into a highschool friendship. Granted, my graduating class was about 40 people and most of my bullies were also athletic teammates so it was pretty easy to turn that tension into something positive.
That’s absolute bullshit. I’ve never met anyone who turned their bully into a friend while they were still in school together.
I did. Okay, not so much a friend, as a guy who would talk to me regularly and treat me and my friends with respect, occasionally tagging along with us. He’s still in my Facebook friends list to this day.
Back in elementary school there was a kid who was easily twice as big as everyone else. He’d push his way around and demand he get whatever he wanted. He finally crossed me one day, and I punched him as hard as I could right in the stomach. When he stood back up, I did it again. He never crossed me or my friends again, and became generally friendly with us. Bullies don’t concede without force.
I turned an eighth grade (Catholic elementary school) bully into a ninth grade (public jr high) “we’re pretty cool now,” likely because he was scared as fuck to be in this rough public middle school, and I’d been getting bullied my whole life so it was nothing different for me.
I had a bully chill the fuck out once we made it to high school, but it turns out that was because of all the drugs.
Mine tried, I was too nice to tell him to fuck off. He was a conservative shitheel by my high schools standards, and that’s a place I took some shit for voting for Obama (class of '13). I ditched all those fuckers when I went to college and came out though so idk. I hope he got better, I didn’t say hi when I ran into him between my fwb’s place and my classes in college though.
I managed to turn every fist fight I had into a highschool friendship. Granted, my graduating class was about 40 people and most of my bullies were also athletic teammates so it was pretty easy to turn that tension into something positive.
You’ve obviously not lived inside an American high school movie
It’s more realistic to realize a friend is actually a bully.