That's not what my argument was.
I was making the point that internet bullies and real-life bullies probably have similar personalities.
My tactic would be to ignore both of them. Fighting back may be fine if you know you can beat them, but I was physically small as a kid, as I am now.
Gotcha. I misunderstood you, sorry.
I was scrawny and awkward growing up. I could have never taken anyone on. Since I was kind of weak physically, I had to counter that by becoming strong mentally and emotionally. Middle school was tough. High school got better for a while, but then kinda bad again at the end (
mostly physical harassment by boys). Unfortunately it wasn't until college that my skin really thickened. It wasn't a gradual thing, though. I remember the day exactly.
I was a waitress and I sucked at my job, mostly because I was always being **** on (
yeah, i know that just got filtered out) by everyone I worked with because I was quiet and passive. Not good traits in the restaurant industry. So I was always a wreck when I was there. The cooks were the worst of the bunch. Apparently they thought I was hot, so when they weren't talking down to me, barking rudely at me, etc, they were showering me with perverted comments.
One day I went back in the kitchen to make a couple salads for some customers when one of them screamed out, "
Oh, let's see how she screws this one up! hahahaha" then another responded, "
But at least her tits are gonna look good while she does it! hahaha" Couple waiters smirked and the busboy joined in on the laughter. I don't know why I chose that day at that time to snap, but I definitely,
definitely, definitely snapped.
It was glorious!
I don't remember what I said exactly, but I remember staring them each down as I went on my tirade, and I remember all of their shocked, confused and somewhat proud of me facial expressions. It worked, too. The jokes stopped, my coworkers started respecting me (
though I never respected them) and I actually got better at my job. At least until I quit a few months later.
I guess I should have a higher tolerance for jerks and, instead of calling them out for having sticks up their backsides, just ignore them completely. But I really stopped giving many damns a long time ago and sometimes it's good to call those kind of people out.