auntblabby wrote:
^^^what happened to those proto-brownshirts who did this to you?
I beat up on them when I could get them alone (usually with a weapon), but they had a habit of ganging up on me afterwords. They had real plans on murdering me on Prom night my junior year of high school. However, I had gotten wind of that by means of a spy I had planted and had plans of my own defense if it happened. My parents realized what was going on during this process and pulled me from the school before it happened. We moved shortly afterword.
I left there and had to deal with the after effects for a long, long time. It really mentally messed me up, constantly obsessing over revenge tactics and defense mechanisms. I was already way behind socially by that point, but this made me stop trusting people in general. Once I entered grad school, I stopped the self-damaging process by realizing how harmful it was to my future and I slowly regained control over that portion of my personality. However, it is my Frankenstein monster hidden within when pushed that way that I will always have to deal with it.
Meanwhile, the bullies mostly forgot about me after I moved and their lives changed once they left their place of power (high school). Some of them are dead by their own means, others are headed that way by their life choices. I would rather watch them decompose of their own making than to soil my hands with their filth. My revenge now is to simply outlive them all, which will likely happen based upon what I see. The saying goes: "He who laughs last, laughs best".