A Rant About Perpetual Playground Bullies

This is a topic I can’t stop kvetching about….

Not unlike the facial expression I have when a perpetual playground bully is suddenly lashing out at me

It’s funny how empathy-challenged perpetual playground bullies all seem to think they’re so special. But they’re not. They think everything they do is wonderful because they’re doing it. I’m in my fifties, and after over half a century of perpetual playground bullies, they’re boring and basic. Same delusions of entitlement, same arrogant belief that it’s magically my duty to be their verbal and emotional punching bag, and the same assumption that I share their delusion and that no matter how they treat me, I’ll continue taking their abuse. Yawn.

“Ooooh, look at me! Using the same abuser’s playbook as all the other perpetual playground bullies you’ve met! But I’m better at it! I’m so special and different from them!”

“I’m sure that even though you’re an empath in your fifties, I’m the first perpetual playground bully you’ve ever met. You won’t see through my projecting or my gaslighting attempts at all!”

“Ooh, look at me! It’s your duty to be my verbal and emotional punching bag! Since things aren’t going great in my life, I’ll abuse you and feel so much better! After all, that’s the only reason you exist and the only reason I know you! There’s no way you’ll question that, and if you do, I’ll project my meanness onto you and call you a bitch!”