February 8, 2020
I used to fantasise about meeting my school bullies and showing them that I had done okay, that I had a good job, that I’d become fit and strong and not entirely disliked by women. But then I realised that to do so would just show them how strongly and terribly they had affected my life, right into adulthood, and forever. Why would I give them that satisfaction? So I let go of such futile and infantile fantasies. But they did, those bullies. They did that to me. They skewed and darkened my entire life, and I cannot change that.