Comment Re:Right. (Score 1) 140
I get this feeling when you hear about those kids who were bullied until they snapped and went on a killing spree. I was tormented all through high school (before that too, but by a different group of people). One of the things they would do is arrive at my class before me and block the door to the classroom. They weren't in my class and they'd let everyone else through, but when I tried to get in, they'd close ranks so I couldn't get by as they hurled insults. One day, I literally saw red. And I'm not (mis)using "literally" in the "I don't mean 'literally' but I want to emphasize my point" sense. Everything turned a shade of red and I found myself focusing on the nearest of the bullies. Luckily, at that moment, my teacher arrived and broke up the bullies, thus letting me into the class.
That said, though I wished them ill fortune - I imagined going to our reunion to find their lives were miserable and mine was awesome - I never took any active revenge. (I didn't even go to my high school reunion as I realized just how little I cared about even seeing them. They just don't matter to me - even enough to hope they're doing poorly.)