I don’t know if this is something people say in other countries, but in my country, there’s this common cliché or “wisdom” where adults will assure you that the people who picked on you in environments like school will universally develop lives of hardship later on, one way or another getting into mayhem.

I asked my mother one day what happened to all those people growing up. I can sense she may have been sugar coating it, but she said something along the lines of “well, I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and became a teacher, and waited some more, and finally watched as my bullies had to go into retirement five years late, yay” (okay, not really like that, but it might as well have been).

Yeah, common theme in my experience that what we hope for is never “that” set in stone. No matter where in the community (or even long-distance communicating) you knew them from, based on life, how much approximate correspondence do you associate with that mindset in the first paragraph?

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    7 months ago

    I’ve no idea, I haven’t thought about them since I left school and now I can barely remember their names.

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      7 months ago

      I envy you. I wish I could forget. No amount of counseling, meds, or level of personal comfort or success has fixed me or removed the trauma of what I endured. I haven’t actually seen them in decades, nor have I tried to follow them, but I can still see their faces clearly.

      If I received news of their deaths, I’d genuinely feel a bit relieved.