Bullies?/

Bullies? Life is full of those. Were you a bully? Are you one now? I bet, to someone, you are. We all are. We just don’t realize it.
Being a bully involves more than just the threat of beating someone up for milk money. The trick is understanding what the other guy might see as being bullied.
A bully pushes people around, forces them to do things they don’t want to do. Right? We all think of some image of a “Beaver Cleaver” (Or, for you younger folks, Sheldon Cooper) type of kid getting pushed around by a bigger, meaner, usually clearly mentally inferior, bully. That may be accurate sometimes, but think about this: To this kid, most of the rest of us are bullies. Even you. Even me. And no matter who you are, since we all get some self esteem based on the fact that we see some others as lesser than us, I bet there is someone you think deserves to be pushed around in one way or another. Face it, we are ALL bullies.
In my youth, I saw most people as bullies. My clothes were not in “style”. I wore glasses beginning in First grade, and was overweight. My dad was a factory worker, so we were neither rich nor poor. And, I ain’t pretty. At all. All of that was compounded by the fact that I did not (and still don’t by the way) have any social skills to speak of. No matter how hard I tried to fit in, I was a “target” for the smart kids, the dumb kids, the rich kids, the poor kids, the athletes, the bigger kids, the kids who had a clique , etc , ad nauseum. I was a target for pretty much everybody. You can’t sit with them at lunch, or they humiliate you in public. Bully? You can’t use the “good” ball in PE, they will take it away from you and let the “good” players use the “good” equipment. Bully? You get the picture.
The way I see it, we all deserve to be treated with respect. To do that, we have to understand what we are. Bullies. Sad thing is, we all do it. I probably treated several others the same way, and don’t realize it, or remember it. To those of you out there, I am sorry.