LuluSLR: Bullying is just a Form of Projection - Originally Published in 2013

Is a bully that leaves a mark on someone's body worse than a bully that leaves a mark on someone's conscious - on their soul?

I am inclined to think yes:- maybe that is why I allow myself to be bullied by those around me.

I know the world wouldn't agree. A bully is a bully: be it mental or physical.

You can make excuses for their behaviour - something at which I am most practiced - but it doesn't make it right.

So why can I not admit that I am being bullied? I think everyone was bullied as a kid - I just chose to befriend the bully and "get him on side" and I think I have been doing the same ever since if I am honest.

Bullies are everywhere, not just at schools or in cyber space, they are at home, at work, at a local club. There is no getting away from them and their lack of respect for others.

What makes someone think they are allowed to pick fault with another person? We are all allowed opinions but you are not meant to enforce them on another. You may have insecurities but the way to beat them is not to put another person down. The way forward is to meet your issues head on and deal with them - like the rest of the world.

Stop taking your issues out on someone else and blaming the world for your problems. For they are just that: your problems. Not mine or anyone else's.

Bite your tongue. Think before you speak. Have you learnt nothing?

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