Is anyone else being alert stalked and over noticed?

[freshwest]

147. I find that the haters aren't really talking about the person they're after but hating themselves.

Some boys pelted me with rocks for interfering with their sport of stoning an animal to death outside my elementary school. After that, they began stalking me and calling me names outside the classroom.

That became a daily event, and although I wasn't frightened. I was one those who had to be pulled inside during lightning storms, too, so that may give an indication as to just how crazy I may be! I'd already developed my own way of not letting peer pressure get to me, but I was puzzled. I asked my dad what the names meant and for advice on what to say in return. I didn't have a retort, as what they were saying to me wasn't logical.

He didn't go into the meanings but told me to tell them:

'Who are you talking to?'

IOW, I'm not that, so you can't be talking to me. They quit after that, which may be surprising, but they'd already seen I didn't give a shit about their opinion.

I eventually got respect from the boys later, by punching one guy for an out of the blue attack on on a girl I was walking next to and talking with, just for grins. The boy had knocked her and her bike over and laughed. She sure wasn't expecting it, none of us did, and started crying. And it truly pissed me off.

My punch knocked him on his ass and he started crying and ran home. The other boys gathered around and said he was the school bully and they were glad someone stopped him. I didn't care about their praise or anything. You just don't DO that to anyone, right?

Of course that's fifty years ago, I'd probably be arrested today. But kids worked crap out that way, even though 'conflict resolution' which is what they teach the kids now, at least where I live, is a lot better way of living, really. It starts up in elementary school, and it would have probably prevented the bully from acting out at all. How many wounds could be prevented that way?

I've found simply not letting others define me worked at my jobs with the little nasty games some play. I liked working with men better, as they were upfront with their feelings of hate based on race and gender.

But the women in other jobs played their passive aggressive games, knowing just where to put the knife right between the ribs to get to the heart, oh yeah, they were hilarious. Of course not all the women were that way but some folks get the pack mentality and anything goes.

Guys would blurt out what they thought, and so I let them have it with both barrels and told them in excruciating detail how wrong they were. I proved I could do the work as good or better than most, had a good work ethic and was not afraid of anything.

After the initial skirmishes, they backed me to the hilt against male chauvinists that joined the crew later, to the point of telling them they preferred working with me. If they had a problem about working with me, they gave them hell, and were rather creative in the punishments they dished out.

One time a guy begged them to stop and they prepped to give me a public apology for dissing me badly one time, and I said, I didn't want an apology, as he wouldn't be sincere, so just go on and kiss and make up.

I'm glad you have your sister's back and she has comebacks. As long as she is doing the right thing, the universe (or whatever one wants to say) is on her side. Her conscience will be clear and she'll be strong.

Oh, and I replied in my own way to you, launching off a post by redqueen on your OP:

http://www.democraticunderground.com/10025065109#post141

That is a good OP, and my little list ignored those who likely made negative remarks, so I thought the thread suceeded.