Passive revenge is the best medicine for bullying.
Passive revenge is when you sit back and let the world take its course. And the people who deserve it--it usually happens to them. And when it does, it's ohhhhh so satisfying.
Here were some of those answers.
Mommy Can't Protect You Forever
When the high school principals daughter who previously got away with all kinds of garbage behavior ( vandalism, dinking, major. bullying ) got caught vandalizing a lecture hall in uni she was unceremoniously dumped and banned. Parents whined for months on fb about their poor baby's unfair treatment and the fact that her applications to other uni's were being denied.
That's So Many Dollars
Spending $50 on food a day is not normal. College girl got cut off from her parents (drinking and not going to class) and had to get a job. She put on Facebook about how she's gonna go hungry and needs money. People offered her food and to make her dinner. She said "that's okay I just need about $40 to get through the day I don't like to grocery shop".
Ah Yes Here's The Racism (But Happy Ending)
I was a school bus driver in the 70s. During height of court ordered busing, so I ferried poor kids to the rich side of town, then rich kids the other way. Lots of entitled brats but one stands out. Super entitled kid, constantly defying rules. Eventually I caught him (with too many witnesses) attempting to set a bus seat on fire with his lighter. School officials were called.
Hearing with officials and rich dad -- and he's banned from all buses rest of semester. Dad offers to pay for the damage and quietly accepts the punishment. Then comes the surprise.
Next morning when I arrive at 6:00 am to clean my bus (regular task every morning), rich kid and Dad are standing there. Dad introduces me to my "new personal bus cleaner" for the rest of the year. He brings kid every morning and forces him to wash and clean the floors on my bus before taking him on to his school. By end of year, entitled kid is actually working hard, and being friendly. We're getting along pretty well and I help him out sometimes so he can get on to school. Kid turns out OK when all is over.
Good move by his Dad.
Went Expat To Be Homeless
My ex best friend was raised spoiled. His family wasn't very rich but they still always tried their best to get him everything he asked for and never taught him to take responsibility for his mistakes. Ill write a list of the things he pulled after leaving school.
- got three strikes on his license and lost it by
- running a red light (wasn't his fault because there weren't many cars around) -speeding through a school zone (wasn't his fault because there were no kids around even though he was going so fast that he would have been breaking the limit if the school zone limit wasn't in place -getting pulled over and one of his passengers wasn't wearing a seatbelt (was his fault for not wearing it)
- quit his job because he wanted more time to skate. Did this by going to his exes and sleeping with her instead of going to work then bragging about it on facebook. Centrelink refuses to pay him because he's not even trying to get a job and no place will hire him because of his track record
- assaulted a bouncer at a nightclub and then assaulted the police who tried to arrest him. Spent a week in jail for that
- moved to Melbourne then sydney and ended up being homeless for a couple years and is currently homeless in germany
Put In His Place
When I was working at a public library, we had a few local celebrities come in from time to time. Most of them were nice, but one had a real stick up his arse. He would complain about having to stand in line, and about late fees, and about everything else. We would just say "sorry, those are the rules" or "thank you for being patient" even though he wasn't.
One day, he and I were apparently both having a bad day, and when I told him there was a limit on how many DVDs or video games he could check out at a time, he slammed his hands on the desk and raged, "Do you know who I am?!" This is a grown man, mind, I was a little college student who barely looked old enough to drive. I was sick of his low-key bullying, so I just looked at him and said, "Yes, I do, Mr. X, and the rules still apply to you. Which of these would you like me to put back?"
He was stunned. I don't think anyone had ever actually told him that the rules for everyone else did in fact apply to him as well. He was a little nicer after that. Not a lot nicer, but still.
Took Him Down A Peg
Back in engineering school, one of my classmates was the son of one of our professors. Now, this professor was a really nice dude. He paid attention to his students, his classes were fun and he rarely failed anyone. His son, on the other hand, was a total jerk. Rude and nasty and would always brag about how his dad was a highly senior professor with tenure. "You know who my dad is, right?" Was literally his catch phrase. He wasn't even a good student. We rank GPA's out of 10 and he was a 4.
This professor actually taught a very specialized course so we only had about 2 courses from him in our entire time at the school. This course in our 5th semester was a bit complicated. If you didn't do regular study, it was easy to fail but if you practiced the stuff, passing it was a breeze.
So finals come around and Son is out there bragging that he didn't need to study because his dad will pass him anyway. He took this confidence all the way to the exam hall. And then the results were out. He had scored 7 out of 100. We know because the professor called us all to the classroom and displayed his answer sheet on the projector. According to him, he was the third student who had failed in his 20 year teaching career and he couldn't be more disappointed that it was his son. The amount of verbal @$ whooping Son received was enough to have him quivering like a wet cat in front of everyone.
The next time he pulled the "Do you know my dad?" Card, the standard answer he received was," The one who failed you?"
He stopped pretty soon after that.
He retook the exam the following year, failed again and had to drop out.
Wherever he is today, I hope he learnt his lesson.
Not Fostering That Behavior
When my brother was in school he was horrifically bullied for being autistic. And his bully was the most entitled little jerk I've ever had the displeasure of meeting.
His father paid for boxing practice, karate lessons, and other martial arts. This made him think that he was the best at anything physical.
My brother isn't overly fond of sports, and prefers to read in the library.
As the typical nerdy kid, he's a prime target for bullies.
One day when the bully had cornered my brother up against a wall, my brother finally decided that he wasn't just going to take it any more. But he strongly dislikes violence, and thus would not be fighting back.
Instead, when the bully tried to punch him... my brother ducked.
3 broken fingers and a trip to the hospital later, the Bully's father finds out what had been happening. All his extra classes/training were cancelled, he had all of his electronics and games sold, and if he wanted to have a car, he would have to work for every penny himself.
One of my favorite things about the military is that in a uniform, nobody can tell how privileged or unprivileged you might have been. It's a total blank slate, and for many, it's humbling to not get to/have to wear your social status on your sleeve.
On my second ship, there was an E2 who grew up very wealthy, and was a jerk about it- he wasn't afraid to let us know. He thought that he was better than his peers. There's a stereotype of the enlisted guy who "thinks of himself as an officer" as a way to pretend that means anything. That's this guy in every way and he would try to get out of "enlisted work" because he was going to be an officer, probably even a commanding officer of a ship.
So there we were, a few hours into his first deployment and this motherf*cker gets violently seasick. It lasted for days.
I don't know if you've ever been around someone who can't open their eyes without yacking, but it's awful. You really feel bad for them- it's hard to watch someone go through.
The Laundry Did Me In
I will admit that I was a bit spoiled growing up, though I didn't think I was a brat. My mom had a maid that came in several times a week.
When I went to college, several things were very different for me. I knew to clean up after myself but cleaning a bathroom was completely new.
The biggest shock was laundry. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing or how. I knew I was supposed to use detergent and softener, but I thought any soap would do and didn't knew what softener was. I had no idea how or when to add them either.
Reality hit when a campus security guard came in and I asked how I much of the dish soap I was supposed to use and the man started laughing. He did help me get the right soap after and explained how to operate a washer and dryer.
Mad Fer A Paper
In the 6th grade, my teacher was this tough older Scottish woman with a very thick accent who probably led battalions in World War II. She terrified me and I adored her. One of my classmates was this snotty brat who constantly bragged that she never had to do chores or homework, and always got her parents to do her work for her.
One day, we had a book report due. The book report was supposed to be two pages, and for some reason this girl wasn't able to get her parents to do her work for her on this one occasion. She came in and turned in a book report only one sentence long.
Our teacher looked like she was about to rip this girl in half. She held up the book report and said loud enough for the entire class to hear, "ARE YE AN IDIOT?!"