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OT: Yes I was, by jealous people who did not understand my brilliance.

Nope, I grew up with Arsenio Hall.

Not really. I've never been one to take what I consider Bull lying down. And that trait has gotten me into plenty of trouble.

I wasn't bullied, I was manipulated by girls. I was a nice guy who liked being kind, it got to the point where girls only kept me around for my gifts. Once I realized what was going on I became bitter and spiteful. Suddenly people wanted nothing to do with me. Taken advantage of for being kind, and shunned for having enough. I spent 4 years just observing people until I could get anyone to do anything for me, conned around 50 people into giving me money or items. As it turned out my biological father was the same way, so I stopped and turtled up. Found a nice girl who broke my heart, and I became extremely cynical again. Then I found ponies, and I don't let people bully me anymore. I use the same manipulation that made me a conman to show them how pointless their predjudices are. I feel like I turned my life around as far as the social aspect is concerned.

Was I bullied? Yes.

Was I bullied twice? No.

As it so happens, brutal violence does solve some problems.

Some [censored]s do need a beating.

Yes, I was throughout most of middle school. For a while I had pretty severe anger issues because of it and the fact that the teachers rarely, if ever, did anything about it even if it was happening right in front of them.

I've moved past it for the most part though. I think it's actually the main reason I'm a pretty calm and thick-skinned person nowadays. I've learned to deal with stupid stuff like that. Hearing about or seeing someone pick on someone who can't defend him/herself is still my one berserk button though.

Strangely, I was never bullied, at least not bad enough that I remember it. I was pretty much a good target for bullies; normally one of the smaller guys in class, quietest, and few friends, but nobody gave me any trouble.

Was I - Yes
Am I still - No
When did it stop - When they refused to stop and I physically fought back...Yeah! Weren't expecting that

Besides having the obvious reason for being bullied - have glasses - I think it was made worse by the damn release of Harry Potter, a visit by something called puberty. Because of how I was in primary school, loud and a fighter, I was never on the bullied side of the stick and when it came to being in secondary, with only 6 people I knew from primary I was like a piranha swimming with sharks.
More often than not I was in more trouble for defending myself than the bullies were for their actions, but I didn't care because I enjoyed fighting (runs in the family) and these boys gave me cause, though some were larger than me by a considerable size I never gave in.
After 3 years of fighting each bully they eventually gave in, or matured, or found someone weaker. But they did leave me with a nickname that stuck throughout the rest of my years there and still does to this day..."DJ"...It camefrom a rythme that used to piss me off royally "DJ Specks on the decks coming through your door with some hardcoe six" though now I hear the rythme and look back and laugh at it

Had some quite nasty problems with a group of girls in secondary school which went on for a few years until I finally found the confidence to fight back. Though in hindsight, by far the worst bullying happened in my own home: I'm left with the feeling that some people shouldn't be allowed to be parents...

I never was bullied per say, but I could hear the backhanded insults from a mile away. According to people I overheard, it's because I talked too much. Now I don't talk very much at all, so now people won't talk to me. GEE IS SOCIETY MEAN.

In high school I was. I live in a fairly stereotypical rural area of the US.

It was pretty much, anything different was bad. Good grades, wearing different clothes, not playing sports, etc etc etc.

Getting good grades was frowned upon, as well as my life style. I was never hit or anything, but it was mostly just a bunch of verbal crap and taunts (occasionally have something thrown at me, nothing big though). Never bothered me though, and I sort of feel sorry for them looking back on it. They are products of a backwards society, stuck in the dark ages of human knowledge and culture.

i wouldn't say that everyone is bullied at one time or another because i wasn't ever bullied. i always had good friends and i gained popularity in high school, so i was in the "in crowd". i didn't bully others though, although there were kids i gave a hard time, just messing around though.

Well just in case, you should call them up some time. About half the time, people on the other side don't view it as "just messing around". I'm not saying you did anything, but that is something that kind of happened to me.

My parents (especially my step-dad) treated me like crap half of the time for no reason. They would come up to me and start trouble. If I defended myself, I would either be grounded or mocked. So yeah, some people don't deserve to be parents.

more or less i was a pariah for other peoples problems, over all i am much happier having grown up with a disconnect with my peers as i can truely say that i am independant from all influence but my own.

I was never really bullied. A few times people might try and start something, but it often amounted to nothing since it didn't really bother me.

I will admit that along with the rest of what you could call the 'in-crowd' we did give this one kid a pretty bad time, it shouldn't have been funny looking back at it especially as he had a pretty bad homelife too, but you know how kids are and it seemed funny at the time. It turned out pretty well though, because he seems to be a tougher person because of it, and we're actually really good mates now.

I was seriously and horribly bullied from 8th grade until I dropped out of high school my senior year. (Yeah, it was bad enough I couldn't stick it out one more year. But I did get my diploma via another school.) I fit into the "in" crowd in 7th grade and that year was cake, but then my parents lost all their money, those people didn't want anything to do with me anymore. After that I didn't fit in at all with anyone. It was all downhill from there. I do credit that living [censor] with making me the person I am today, but I REALLY wish I could go back knowing what I know now.

Oh yeah... those memories bring back all sorts of warm fuzzies.

I also get crazy angry when I see or hear about kids getting bullied. I don't think some people realize how bad it can be.

I've never really been bullied. Someone tried once, and I stabbed them in the eye with a fountain pen. True story.

Not usually. Some times people (always the same) try and start something but give up when they don't get a reaction.

Im actually on pretty good terms with most "Bullies" I'm certainly not with the "in" crowd, but I'm not the target of relentless ridicule like some people in my school.

The best way to deal with bullying (that I've found) is to either ignore them or smile and agree. Never come up with some lame comeback or god forbid "Stop it, please leave me alone".

I honestly don't remember being bullied.

I probably should have been though since I was a fat, smart arsed geek?

My dad was bullied as a kid, I think..

So early on he taught me and my brother selfdefense -Aikido and Krav Maga from his service days..

And because we moved so often, my brother and I would be at a new school, where the local fifth-grade-held-back-twice-needs-to-shave neanderthal would mosie on over -again, demand our lunch money -again, and my brother and me would mess him up, sending him to the nurses office.

After school my dad would always treat us to ice cream and pizza, but only if the other guy was bigger, or there was more than one of them, or that they were pounding on some other kid and we got in the middle of it.

But if we started a fight he'd take out his belt on us..


Then for some inexplicable reason we always became close friends with everyone else at school

I don't think bullies like smart-arses: they're delicate little flowers really and they're scared of having their feelings hurt.

I was bullied once in eighth grade, and then people magically stopped after I was suspended for a week.

There was this boy I knew, we got on well and used to dummy fight but he knew aikido and nearly snapped my arm in two. I didn't let that stop me from getting a few hits in since Aikido is purely defensive fighting and needs me to attack.

Actually I know two Aikido fighters, one above and another I still hang around with. I remember playing basketball with this one and by accident he whack the ball of my face and I basically went into a ape [censored] and tried to batter him, put him in a head lock and tried to punch him in the face but he was like something from the Matrix the way he knocked back every punch. I gave up, shook his hand and continued the game - while this happened the teacher just looked one like he wanted us to fight or he knew it'd go nowhere.