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There’s this guy who’s a regular at this supermarket where they all work and these girls say to each other “omg this guy looked at me” and then they look back at him. He has a lot of anxiety so he’s freaking out about it. One time this girl said to the others in front of him “omg this guy is looking at me” and then the other girls said “oh my god who was it?” then when he walked past them they turned around with their heads down looking shy.
remember he is a regular and none of them have ever called security or done negative stuff. He’s been said to be handsome and he looks like Tom Hardy
I think it’s positive but he’s full on anxious because he thinks he’s in some kind of trouble. Help me GAG. What do you think?

I was both

Here's a quick rundown. I was a fat socially awkward kid with ADD and Tourettes, wore glasses and loved Star Wars. Perfect recipe for fuck with him soup. Now for the details.

In Elementary school the kids would call me names like fatty, idiot, f****t, fat so, gay, stupid, etc. They would group up and kick my ass at recess, and when the teachers broke it up and sent us to the principal, they would all lie and say that I was the main aggressor and since there were more of them than me and the low IQ principal used a democratic system, I always got in trouble and the staff thought I was a bad kid.
It wasn't just the kids at school, it was also the kids in my neighborhood. They did the same thing, call me names, group up and beat me with sticks and toys, their parents joined in on the name calling. They would kick me out of having fun with them but always invite my nephew.
The reason I never told my mom was because of fear that it'll just get worse because I would be snitching, and I would lie about the bruises.
When I started middle school I was going to a new school where nobody knew me. Since my old school was the only world I knew, starting fresh into this new school I thought it was bully or get bullied, so I became a bully.
Within the first couple of months I slammed a kid into the bleachers at gym class and got detention. For 2 years I called people names and sometimes even hit and pushed them. I did it because I was scared and insecure with myself.
After realizing that there were no bullies in this small town school and I was the only cunt, I became really quiet and withdrawn.
By the end of 8th grade I started coming out of my shell more by joining track & feild. In high school I talked to the people who I bullied and told them about my past and why I wad a bully, and we all became friends, 2 of them being my best friends throughout high school.

I can tell you from personal experience that being a bully feel just as bad a being bullied.