I don’t know if this is something people say in other countries, but in my country, there’s this common cliché or “wisdom” where adults will assure you that the people who picked on you in environments like school will universally develop lives of hardship later on, one way or another getting into mayhem.
I asked my mother one day what happened to all those people growing up. I can sense she may have been sugar coating it, but she said something along the lines of “well, I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and became a teacher, and waited some more, and finally watched as my bullies had to go into retirement five years late, yay” (okay, not really like that, but it might as well have been).
Yeah, common theme in my experience that what we hope for is never “that” set in stone. No matter where in the community (or even long-distance communicating) you knew them from, based on life, how much approximate correspondence do you associate with that mindset in the first paragraph?
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Why would I spend any effort on keeping tabs on people who made my life miserable?
To preserve one’s childlike belief in a just world, of course.
Fuck me if I know what any of them are doing with their lives. Part of me sure wishes that the shitty people from my past are getting what’s coming to them, but also what difference does it make to me what karmic justice may or may not await them.
My life is objectively better than when I had to deal with their shit. Why waste my mental energy on them?
I’ve no idea, I haven’t thought about them since I left school and now I can barely remember their names.
I met one during college. We were both very different people by then and went out for lunch.
While there were no apologies (there were lines crossed by both of us), there was closure.
I know at least one of them was arrested for B&E and possession with intent to sell of meth (though it was immediately after high school and I’m sure he’s out by now). The rest, don’t know don’t care.
I ended up ghosting/ditching most of my own age group, since most of them got hooked on various substances and going down the wrong path.
Yeah it kinda sucks, but I don’t wanna find myself in and out of jail for the rest of my life.
