I don't bash anyone, at least not in a public setting or to anyone beyond myself. I tend to see the good in just about everyone. There was this one girl in 8th grade who used to give me all sorts of trouble and I kept trying to see good in her through it all. Junior year it started getting nasty though, and I avoided her at all costs. I'm really not sure why she hated me so much, especially in 8th grade when I scarcely spoke a word to anyone. Guess silence rubbed her the wrong way. >.> To this day I don't want to see her again. Because if I did, I'm not sure if I could keep my old feelings from coming back.
In fact, everyone at my school who's ever given me trouble has left the school. Bizarre, eh? Now none of my past bullies haunt the halls and I feel freer to speak my mind without it getting talked about behind my back. (Yes, some of those bullies were 2 grades younger than I. Talk about low self esteem, resorting to picking on people significantly older than you!) (Of course when I was six I got picked on by a 3-year-old. It seems I have a habit of that.)
