Было много различных ситуаций,особенно в молодости, доходило до курьёзов. Начинаешь заступаться, а тебе его друзья и подруги говорят-не лезь, не твое дело. Бывало заступался так, что и самому перепадало, ходил потом с синяками. А бывало-неплохо, потом благодарили, и говорили-Вася, ты крутой! :)
В драке заступался, но и мне достовалось. Что такого?
в жизни мне очень часто приходилось учавствовать в уличных потасовках,я считаю что всегда надо поступать справедливо ивставать на сторону слабого,увы но в основном попадались колхозное бычьё и поэтому разговаривать не приходилось
i'm ashamed to say that no ... i haven't.
rather i left someone to take the heat when she decided to stick with me.
it's been 4 years. ... i haven't talked to her since i left. ... i didn't even get her number.
here's what happened.
i had to transfer school because it'll be easier for the family if i'd finish high school in the province.
i didn't want to ... but if i wont, then my sister would have to do it. (she already got accepted in a prestigious university) i don't want her to let go of that opportunity.
so i transferred ... people there hate me.
it's hard to get along with them, let alone be their friend. they speak another dialect which i don't understand and they deliberately speak that dialect when i'm around.
then this girl ... committed a social suicide when she chose to be my friend. they hated us but it didn't matter ... until i couldn't take the bullying anymore. i broke down and cry ... and she lend me her shoulders.
she took me to a wishing well beside the basilica ... we both wished for a better school year. ... that was my last penny. and i secretly want to have another wish ... wish that when i wake up again i'll be back in my old school. then she lend me a penny and told me to make another wish ... so i did. ... i did wish for that secret wish ...
it came true ... my mother took me home.
before i officially drop out. she asked me not to leave ... i didn't want to leave her but the paper works are done ... my mom wouldn't let me stay there anymore.
she cried but told me that she's happy for me.
after a week she sent me a text message greeting me a happy birthday ... i didn't know how she got my number ... i asked her how she was. .... she wasn't fine ... not even a bit. i told her if she needed someone to talk to i'll be just a text away ... a month after that i lost my phone ... that was it.
i never heard from her again. ... what's worst is that i cant even remember her name.
i only stayed there for a month ... only had to endure a month of bullying. ... she should've chosen to be on their side when she had the chance ... but she didn't. she stuck with me ... and i can't even remember her name :(
It wasn't until I moved away from my high school that it became apparent I wasn't as invisible as I thought.
I came back to my home town for Christmas and tons of kids came up and spoke to me while I was wandering around town for a day, all asking where I went and why. It would seem, even though I didn't hang with many people, almost every clique knew me and didn't mind me BECAUSE, I had a relative involved in almost every clique.
I had a seal of protection around me that I never knew was there. If anyone tried to hurt me, it would have leaked back to a friend who knew my relative. So for anyone who didn't like me, couldn't do anything about it.
Because I was ignorant of what I had behind me, I could have stopped some bullies from hurting some of my friends. I could have stood up for people, but I didn't.
You have more power than you think. Stand up for yourself and your friends. Even if you don't have cousin on every corner like I did, you'll never know what you have until you test yourself.
Funny thing now, whenever I hear someone I know is being bullied, I'm far away and cannot help. It's like a strange punishment for not helping when I could have.
Был случай, когда я в школе заступилась за родственника дальнего, вернее, это был троюродный брат, он был моложе меня на 1 год. Тогда, я решила, что сделала, что-то стоящее, а теперь, так не считаю. Он как был тюфяком, таким и остался, надо было дать ему возможность самому тогда решать возникшую проблему, может пошло бы на пользу. Да и вообще, зачем заступаться, если в ситуации оказался другой человек, она его, ему с ней и разбираться. Эта история меня многому научила. Польза может быть вредна.
У меня было такое. Учился в техникуме, товарища, когда он отдыхал с девушкой на пляже, избили хулиганы, только из-за того, что девушка его понравилась хулиганам. Он пришел на следующий день в техникум - синий весь, поделился бедой, и все как один, а техникум мужской, говорят, что мы с эти вопросом разберемся, пойдем все вместе за тебя заступаться, назначили время и место встречи, обозначили хулиганам - и каждый пошел готовиться. Я одел ботинки на высокой подошве, по типу военных, размялся. Приезжаю на велике на пустырь, выхожу - ни своих, ни чужих. Подождал 15 минут, и уехал, пока чужие не появились и не накостыляли.
Well, really, now. Every time I see someone bullied I have this automatic compulsion to rush forward yelling a war-cry and pounce upon his/her attacker, but that's not the actual case. I merely end up standing there for a moment, having this really microbial battle in my own mind with my self-preserving side against my justice!side. It's not very healthy. Sometimes they spot you rooted to the spot staring (unintentionally, doy) and then they pick a fight with you. Or at least, that's what I've seen on TV. Luckily for me, my brain isn't that bad of a processor and I move pretty fast.
So, yes, to that question. Yes, yes, I have walked away. All the time. Self-preservation. I'm expecting this to happen back to me sometime in the future. That's karma. I don't really care, you know, because I've been pretty mean
and enjoyed it to people before, and I was quite the bully. Well, verbally. Words are really awesome. You can totally, like, kill someone with words. \o/
If I've ever felt affected by someone very
close getting bullied, I'd actually talk to her
first. Not a teacher or anything, because that'd not be so great, you know. I think, you know, by walking away when I see classmates getting bullied? This tiny amber meter inside goes POP down a few millimeters and one day it's going to go out and I'm going to die some gruesome death with all the different kinds of bullying scenes I've come across/executed and then it'll all be over.
... Or not. Can't blame me for being dramatic.
Now, that's two posts.
Я, как девушка, разборки предпочитаю избегать. Но этим летом не смогла пройти мимо, когда увидела, как 10-11 летние мальчишки и девчонки "играли в "Бои без правил". Мальчик постарше избивал мальчика помладше. Когда драчун с разворота ударил паренька ногой в зубы, я сорвалась и бросилась в толпу детей, чтобы его защитить. Стоявшие вокруг девчонки и мальчишки удивились: "Мы же просто играем", сказали они...
Сразу после произошедшего я написала материал для газеты, в которой работала.
There has been a time i saw someone being bullied and just walked away, although normally i would never do that but at the time i just didnt care about anyone for once and just wanted to be on my way. there has also been a time i try to stop a bully although it didnt go so well for me but the guy being bullied managed to be ok. it changed me by teaching me to go in next time with a plan and not just run in and as for the guy i guess he learned to keep his big mouth shut next time