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Hi! I was taking a break from the new school year — it’s going SO WELL, I want to cry — and I came across this.
No seriously, adults are claiming to have been “bullied” at work. Um. Yeah. So there’s that.
What the hell? I read something recently about people complaining about getting “bullied” on Facebook. I suppose, if I were a gigantic baby I could claim to have been “bullied” on Facebook as well. Running into an old nemesis from high school on that social networking site seemed like a great way to mend fences. We’re both adults, I thought, we’ve got kids and whatnot. It quickly became apparent that she wanted to pick up where we left off when we were 16. The hilarity continued as she mentioned talking to an old friend of mine, (now a crackhead in Bakersfield who called me almost 10 years ago out of the blue to literally cry about her woes with CPS). After wiping tears of laughter from my face, I promptly told her to eff off, banned her from my account and carried on.
Because I’m an adult and she is obviously not. She’s still the juvenile whore she was in high school who enjoys being cruel to others to alleviate her dissatisfaction with her own empty life. Why do I care what she thinks of me? As an adult, you can only be “bullied” if you let yourself.
We’re such a nation of great babies. The thing about bullies, especially the adult kind, is that they can smell weakness and fear. They can taste your craven wussiness, your lack of self-confidence and self-worth. While you never want to get into a barroom brawl at work — who carries broken bottles around with them anyway? — just don’t let people bully you. We’re adults. Act like it.
I’m sorry if you feel someone is being mean to you, but suck it up. That’s life. People are cruel, immature, petty, and unfair. Deal with it.
Or I’ll kick your ass.