No idea, I am not concerned with their lives.
Same. I might be able to pick a few of mine out of the yearbook if I had to find their names somehow, but I wouldn’t know them if I saw them now.
Don’t know, don’t care.
He got brain cancer and died.
My mom was horrified when I was happy about it. I told her the person I was before him would not have been happy, but he destroyed that person.
If I weren’t agnostic, I’d say I hope he rots in hell. As it is, I’m just glad the world has lost another piece of shit.
I didn’t have a bully in high school, but my middle school bully is serving a life sentence with no possibility of parole - he broke into an old woman’s house, raped her, murdered her, robbed her house, and got caught because he used her credit cards at the mall.
He’s still my father …
How the hell am I supposed to know?
You mean you don’t cyberstalk your old bully so you can finally feel like you won?
I didn’t really have a high school bully, but I did have an elementary school bully. I knew he would end up in prison when we were both five years old.
He did, for manslaughter, at 19.
Dunno. I’ve been pretty selective about who I keep in contact with.
I hope their life is going well, though. I generally hope everyone’s life is going well.
Idk if she was my bully necessarily, but the interactions with that group of people fucked with me. Anyway, she became a therapist which I thought was absolutely fucking wild. I wonder if she ever thinks about the way she acted as a teen.
I imagine what happened to them is the same as most regular people. Some of them found a career they may or may not enjoy, got married to someone out of love or fear of being alone, popped a couple kids, and are now relaxing while watching a sports game on the TV.
School was over a decade ago, kids are shitheads with raging hormones flowing through their underdeveloped brains and usually a good heaping of unresolved neglect/abuse causing further emotional issues. Point is, I don’t care to hold hate in my heart for people who dont even exist anymore as they once were and ive moved on. I hope they found what they want out of life.
I didn’t really have a bully, but no one really liked me all that much. A combination of not being likable (home problems), neurodivergent, and a minority.
I looked up one of the guys that was a jerk and apparently he’s a cop now. That tracks. The rest I really don’t remember and honestly I just don’t care that much.
They became a cop
His heart exploded from excessive cocaine use
I bullied myself mostly. I’m doing fine, besides all the anxiety and self loathing
I met him at a train station. He was a junkie, did not recognize me, and begged for money.
