I had a bully. Mark Manning. I charged after him, yelling SUPER PUNCH, and he ran.
That’s when I learned, for that age, acting crazy was enough.
Absolutely. Interestingly, there are plenty of stories of people who, when captured by Indians (Native Americans) simply acted crazy, and sometimes, Indians would leave them alone.
Many Indian cultures were afraid of insane people and didn't want anything to do with them, even didn't want to kill them.
By the way, it is funny how you can remember the name of someone who bullied you-I can see their face, but cannot remember their names!
I do remember the name of one guy who bullied me, probably for only two reasons:
First, he wasn't really seriously bullying me. He was the biggest guy in my class, and when he "bullied" me, it was not really all that adversarial-he would put me in a headlock and walk around with my stumbling 12 year old self being dragged behind. He would give me a noogie, all the while mildly giving me crap. There was oddly nothing malicious about it.
Secondly, he came from a family of nine kids, and his kid sister (Marilyn Bangle) was the first girl I ever kissed while playing spin the bottle in a concrete culvert near the Subic Bay Kalyaan Officers Club. I don't know if he knew that, but I remember thinking his headlock might not have been so loving if he had known!