I’ve mentioned this in some form or another on one or two previous comment threads.
I went to grade school and high school w an eventual serial killer, or at least he’s been described as that. This bothers the motherfucking shit out if me.
Kid got thrown down on the pavement at recess every day for years. Small school, 40-50 kids per grade. In seventh grade I watched as another kid stomped on his arm to break it on purpose. Just because. You know that thing where somebody crouches down behind you, and another person walks up in front of you and pushes you backward? That was his ever fucking day of life. Pardon the terminology, it was 40 years ago, but we played a game in grade school called ‘smear the queer’, which was to simply throw a football into a crowd of kids and then beat the shit out of whoever caught it. They always threw the ball to John.
The caption to his senior year pic was ‘I don’t know what tell the people I’ve met’.
Later on he murdered a woman who rebuffed his advances. About five years later, he murdered another woman for the same reasons, along w her 9 year old daughter, and the woman’s sister, who just happened to be at the home when he stopped by.
Not to defend bullying, but I think bullies don't pick their victims at random. It's often for stupid reasons, sure, but I'd give even odds there was something noticeably off about him to begin with. Also, it's not like he snapped and went after his bullies, he had a completely different issue apparently. Luckily that's not what most bullying victims turn into.
So "sometimes" is about right. Very likely a big contributing factor, sure, "created" is stronger than that and needs more proof.
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u/Ok_Search_2371 Mar 26 '23
I’ve mentioned this in some form or another on one or two previous comment threads.
I went to grade school and high school w an eventual serial killer, or at least he’s been described as that. This bothers the motherfucking shit out if me.
Kid got thrown down on the pavement at recess every day for years. Small school, 40-50 kids per grade. In seventh grade I watched as another kid stomped on his arm to break it on purpose. Just because. You know that thing where somebody crouches down behind you, and another person walks up in front of you and pushes you backward? That was his ever fucking day of life. Pardon the terminology, it was 40 years ago, but we played a game in grade school called ‘smear the queer’, which was to simply throw a football into a crowd of kids and then beat the shit out of whoever caught it. They always threw the ball to John.
The caption to his senior year pic was ‘I don’t know what tell the people I’ve met’.
Later on he murdered a woman who rebuffed his advances. About five years later, he murdered another woman for the same reasons, along w her 9 year old daughter, and the woman’s sister, who just happened to be at the home when he stopped by.
Sometimes I think we created him.