|I'm the sad kid without a Popsicle.|
As I get older, I can’t help but wonder if I was ever a bully to kids I grew up with.
Maybe it’s because I have a child now…
…or because of the various nieces & nephews in my life…
…or because of all of the children my friends have,
but I think about it a lot.
Personally, I don’t think I was a bully and I hope the people I grew up with would agree.
But I also think about those situations where I know people were bullied in my youth, because I witnessed it.
Both boys & girls.
And I am ashamed that I didn’t do anything to stop the people perpetrating the bullying.
Sure, maybe not 9 year old Kevin, because what could he do?
That kid still wanted everyone to like him…
…both the bullies & the bullied.
But the Kevin who stopped caring what the masses thought.
Whenever that was.
Maybe 30 year old Kevin.
Possibly 38 year old Kevin, which is who I am now.
I see people on Facebook whom I went to school with.
People who I know were bullied…
…and they’re all grown up.
They are married.
They have beaten the bullies…
…but I don’t know if it the torment experienced so long ago still haunts their memories.
When talk of bullying comes up the press and the talking heads rule, “It’s like that for everyone, get tougher skin,” I wonder if these jaded people have erected a wall that separates their life as a child to who they have become. Perhaps it’s how they deal with their own pain, by ignoring the reality of the past.
For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry if I was the cause of torment for anyone.
I’m also sorry if I didn’t help put an end to the torment at the hands of others.
…I’ll get back to dick jokes now.