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Imagine having a friend who turned you on and started bullying you.
Do you try to ignore the bully, or do you find a way to let him leave you forever?
Today’s story comes up with a plan to bully the school and leave him alone.
Let’s read the whole thing.
This was done in the mid-1990s when I was in Alabama high school, and well, homophobia was rampaging.
Also, I use the real name, but there is nothing else to identify.
So let’s start in the late 80’s.
Mike and I became friends for the band. Both played the trumpet.
Mike was your stereotypical nerd and mom boy.
His mother chose his clothes and wore them.
She controlled everything he did and he absolutely abused her as a spoiled brat from time to time.
Mike decided to play soccer.
Fast forward to third grade.
After years of marching in high school with the band, nerd Mike decided he wanted to be a little more popular and gave it a try on the football team.
I can’t blame him, I might have done the same thing.
Now, Mike has zero athletic talent, but he was a junior varsity B-team wide receiver as everyone out there makes a team.
what happened?
The band laughed at him, and neither did the soccer team respect him.
Mike put his soccer in his mind.
After the soccer/marching season ended, Mike returned to the concert band.
He played football and thought he was a big guy.
He fits to some misfit goofballs and then he had his little creek/gang.
It continued, and things came to mind when he returned to his senior year in the Marching Band (no soccer).
Mike has become a bully.
He was full of bullying. One day after school in the bandroom, he started me with two groupies and started throwing permanent markers at me while writing notes for the band section on the whiteboard.
He had no intention of the bully running away from it.
One of them hit me, marking my jeans and basically ruining them.
I got tired of it and started chasing them through the school, eventually catching one of the groups (Samuel was his name), holding him against the wall in my throat, trying to apologise to me.
It was a bit of a dozen Vader moment and I really felt good.
I might have hurt the man because there was no one of the teachers at the school who heard us in the hallway.
I was surprised they didn’t get in trouble because physical violence was involved, but she sent my parents a note home to let them know.
He had to give his parents a note.
So, after settling down at school, I had to take my notes home, so I did.
Mom and Dad read the notes and were quite shocked.
Then I told them everything ongoing and they were really shocked as they thought Mike and I were friends.
They asked me what I was going to do about the microphone.
They all agreed to the plan.
And did I come up with a plan…
Remember when I first told you about homophobia?
I told my parents the plan and they wholeheartedly agreed to it!
The plan was that they wanted to get a rainbow flag sticker at the “alternative” bookstore on the south side of the city where we lived.
The sticker was in Mike’s car.
I was surrounded by gay people and had a scary death (I thought Mom and Dad were still straight because it was a very scary time for me at the time) I tried out a bookstore and bought some stickers.
The sticker was then sliced into two thin strips and placed on the license plates at the front and rear of the microphone of his car… like the kind of thing seen by some people in the LGBT community, you know.
On a school night at 3am, my sister and I went to Mike’s house, she looked out for me and placed a sticker on Mike’s car.
Mike didn’t notice right away, but everyone else did!
Fast forward a few hours.
I go to school a little early and wait for the fun to happen.
Mike drove, completely forgotten and parked.
It spread like a wildfire where the microphone was gay, so maybe it lit the spotlight.
Mike didn’t know who did it.
People were laughing at him, teasing him, and he was quickly shunned by everyone.
A few days later, people began to get the word “Who drew a prank on him.” That’s right.
What was interesting was that people kept ploying! No one told the microphone who it was!
Mike’s bullying was effectively stopped. The problem has been resolved.
He eventually told Mike what he had done.
I realized I shouldn’t go that much.
I could have made him commit suicide, and if it had happened I would never have forgiven myself.
A few weeks later I took him aside and told him I did it.
Let’s say he never bothered me or anyone else again. Because if he ruined me or anyone else, I told him I would put it down even stronger.
Mike’s life was fine.
For recording, the microphone is straight.
He has two little girls I know and have a happy life, and I am happy with him.
He had to be knocked down a bit from his pedestal.
Also, as a gay man, I know this is really against what the LGBT community is.
Gays were still harmed in Alabama, and AIDS was still a death sentence.
Such a revenge doesn’t work today, but it’s great that the bullying stopped and no one got hurt.
Let’s see how Reddit responded to this story.
This person found revenge boring.
Another reader commented on Alabama.
He definitely didn’t help anyone who was really gay.
At least he was not bullied anymore.
That said, he could have achieved this in a better way.
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