I’m old enough to remember when the advice people gave to deal with a bully was “Beat their ass and they’ll stop.”
Our method was to covertly fuck with them.
They were bigger and could beat the shit out of us, but once we learned the location of their locker in gym class, they often left gym selling of various old lady perfumes.
They dominated the kickball field - sneak into the supply closet and slash the kickballs.
We’d turn our papers in at the teachers desk as we left for lunch. Sneak back in later when the teacher is away and steal the bully papers.
The beauty is they feel like the world is out for them. They either lash out and fuck up big time or fall in line.
Our method was to covertly fuck with them.
They were bigger and could beat the shit out of us, but once we learned the location of their locker in gym class, they often left gym selling of various old lady perfumes.
They dominated the kickball field - sneak into the supply closet and slash the kickballs.
We’d turn our papers in at the teachers desk as we left for lunch. Sneak back in later when the teacher is away and steal the bully papers.
The beauty is they feel like the world is out for them. They either lash out and fuck up big time or fall in line.