Bullies

Hello again. My last posting made me think about the past bullies in my life. Most recent was a coworker who purposely tried get a rise out of me with pranks and lies, if that is bullying. I called him a compulsive liar who is just mean to everybody. I never figured out what his wife saw in him. I guess she is the mothering type because he was definately the child in that relationship.
I had night manager who believed he knew better than me how to do my job. I told him off plenty of times. He even threatened to call my principal to complain about me. I had just finished college, the last I knew my principal worked at another school. I gained the teens who worked at that store's admiration because none would dare speak to HIM that way, he was also an English teacher at the city's high school, where my former principal worked. I simply stated he had no right to treat me like a child. Besides that, he had no authority over me so what could he possibly do to me. The weird part he was so nice and friendly to me after I quit and started working someplace else.
A coworker at the same store was very similar. She was called bossy by another coworker. She thought she was holier that art and in meetings she did 90% of the talking. She was so bitchy when we worked together that I avoided contact if I could. Two days after I even started the job, my manager informs me that this coworker demanded I be fired with no explanation. A coworker explained to me that this lady didn't like my seizures and thought I need to be institutionalized. She once told me that I need to finish high school before getting a job. I finished college that year. After I changed sections, she was sweet as sugar to me. I was friendly, but kept my distance.
Before that was a former roommate's former roommate. People told me she was just mad because her former roommate and her had conflicts, and this person was dropped at my doorstep to take in. I still write to this former roommate today. Anyway, at a few arguments she claimed I called her racial epitaphs when my mouth full of toothpaste and could not say anything. I once was straightening my hair in a mirror and she accused me of making faces at her. She even complained to the hall director of my cruel behavior demanding I be kicked out. I explained that I heartily avoid this person and asked if I am calling her names, then why can no one else hear me? Once during a get together, I got up to use the restroom. I was accused of hating her her black skin because she was speaking when I got up. Um, no, I had to use the restroom. At a carnival I said, in front of her friends, that she needs to get a new hobby because I don't really care what she thinks of me. I thought that put an end to it. No, she just bitched behind my back instead of confronting me. Some fights are not worth fighting. She was one of them.
Before then would be high school. One guy followed me around in a foods class ordering me around. And he knew nothing about cooking. I did. Our worst argument was over cookies. The cookies took extra time than the recipe said and he declared them done ripping them out of the oven. He was so stupid he actually complained the cookies were soft and HOT. Duh, they just came from the oven. Then he tried placing frosting on them. The cookies crumbled in his hand and the frosting melted upon contact. Did you not hear me say they must cool off first?, I asked. I saw the teacher smile at that. Then on top of that, he blamed the faulty cookies on me and why our group got a C for our cookies. Well, the teacher gave me an A for doing most of the work and instructing and my partners C's. The worst part of the experience was my Mom getting all excited about him liking me. That 's why he is so bossy. No, I said, he is just a jerk. The principal got involved in observing from afar and held a meeting with the bully's mother. She exploded in anger because her darling angel is not capable of doing anything wrong and everything was my fault. This is why bully's parents are not sought after in bully control. They are part of the problem. Anyway, this lady went around town petitioning to have the principal fired for saying her sweet boy did something wrong. He did not attend school the following semester. Fine with me. I can't even remember his name.
The only other real bully I can think of that could not be stopped with sassy remarks or a slap back grew an obsession of conquering me and tried to kill me. When he failed, he hurt someone else with a pick up truck. And I was blamed for it by the victim's friends telling me I should have let him kill me and their friend would not have gotten hurt. Excuse me?, I asked. I have no control over the jerk. Worse than that was the media frenzy arriving at the trial that reached me. It was a spotlight I hated every moment of. Every talk show rep and reporter badly wanted an interview. One reporter paid a neighbor to park his van across the street. Mom got mad when she figured out that these reporters did not want to interview her and was ready to sell my soul to the devil. Getting money would only be a reminder of why I got it. The reporter stalking me across the street had to settle finally for a phone interview, which made it to the trial. It just hurt too much to talk with cameras in my face. I said it all started with a little kicking because I refused to give him test answers, then evolved to shoving me through double doors and me laying on the ground unconscious. Then obssession of dating me and my stupid Mom told his mother to keep on me and he would win me over. Next he said if he stabbed me to death that I would finally love him. PYSCHO. After the trial, his mother showed up and gave me a hug. I assured her that I don't blame her for what happened. I heard years later when he was paroled he commited another crime and went back to jail. At least he is not around me. The only good part about my trauma was talking to celebrities on the phone. My Mom did not want me to meet famous people because she was scared I would get addicted to drugs. Whatever Mom. That is the reason I'm shaky about becoming famous from my novel. I felt better when people stopped regonizing me and the phone calls from reporters ceased. Invisible is not so bad after all. I don't need attention to be happy. I get enough love. I think I bored you enough. Post later. Bye!