{"id":421,"date":"2012-03-09T01:37:49","date_gmt":"2012-03-09T01:37:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=421"},"modified":"2012-03-09T01:37:49","modified_gmt":"2012-03-09T01:37:49","slug":"my-bullying-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=421","title":{"rendered":"My Bullying Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m a sap. I pretty much cry every time I watch one of those videos where kids quietly and desperately reveal their ongoing pain from bullying. Like this one from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=omssbm4YXTM&#038;feature=related\">Tia<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>This one&#8217;s really close to home. Many of my closest friends have grown up in the town of Kimberley. I know it can be a rough redneck mentality which often throws its weight around them parts, yet surprisingly many fine people emerge from its crucible. I can only hope that Tia will endure and overcome this testing time.<\/p>\n<p>Why do I always take bullying to heart? Was I bullied in my youth? No, I was always the biggest kid in my grade. So then maybe I was the bully? No, I never picked on anyone. So what is it? Why does my heart hurt? I don&#8217;t even have kids of my own&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s because videos like Tia&#8217;s remind me of my only regret in life. There&#8217;s one thing that if I could go back and change it I would. Honestly, there&#8217;s just this one thing&#8230; everything else I can live with.<\/p>\n<p>There was bullying in my school. Of course there was, mostly in Junior High (grades 7 to 9). There was a girl named Fern. She got bullied a lot. I remember the whispers would go around the classrooms in the afternoon &#8220;Fern-hunt after school today. You in?&#8221; It would make me feel sick to my stomach whenever I heard it&#8230; but I would just hide my discomfort and shrug it off. I never participated in a &#8220;Fern-hunt.&#8221; They were a gruesome affair where a gang of boys would chase her down, surround her, and basically beat the shit out of her&#8230; It still makes me cry! Fuck!<\/p>\n<p>I did nothing. Do you get it? <strong>I did nothing!<\/strong> I was the biggest kid in the grade. <strong>I<\/strong> could have done something. But then I wouldn&#8217;t have been very popular amongst the assholes. When you&#8217;re young, for some reason, you think it&#8217;s really important to at least be tolerated by the assholes, never mind incurring their childish wrath.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry Fern. I love you. Please forgive me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Please don&#8217;t make the mistake I made. I thought it wasn&#8217;t my problem. It&#8217;s thirty-some years later and I know for sure that it&#8217;s all of our problem&#8230; still&#8230; until it stops.<\/p>\n<p>Help!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m a sap. I pretty much cry every time I watch one of those videos where kids quietly and desperately reveal their ongoing pain from bullying. Like this one from Tia. This one&#8217;s really close to home. Many of my (&hellip;)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=421\">Read the rest of this entry &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-421","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-peripheral-vision"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/421","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=421"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/421\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":422,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/421\/revisions\/422"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=421"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=421"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=421"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}