Society & Culture Is it wrong that feel really happy that someone I know was bashed to death?

thedevilsowne · Jul 1, 2012

He was the high school bully. He would pick on anyone smaller than him. Once he picked on the wrong person an got beat up. After that he would only pick on people when his group of boys was with him. He was the type of loser that hangs out at train stations . At school if anyone did anything to him he would tell on his mummy who was a teacher at the school.
He was a drug dealer who beat up on his girlfriend who he got hooked on ice. She was 10 years younger than him. I have never met a worse person in my life.

hawkaz1 · Jul 1, 2012

Nope. Sounds like a tossbag. Good riddance.

thedevilsowne · Jul 1, 2012

hawkaz1 said:
Nope. Sounds like a tossbag. Good riddance.

It is good thing. However I wasn't this happy about bin laden or Saddam Hussein being killed like some people.

SugarShane · Jul 2, 2012

Sounds fair to me.

Unknown Caller · Jul 2, 2012

It's all in the game. All in the game.

CLUBMEDhurst · Jul 2, 2012

Notch up another success for the Karma police

Stratton_Gun · Jul 3, 2012

thedevilsowne said:
He was the high school bully. He would pick on anyone smaller than him. Once he picked on the wrong person an got beat up. After that he would only pick on people when his group of boys was with him. He was the type of loser that hangs out at train stations . At school if anyone did anything to him he would tell on his mummy who was a teacher at the school.
He was a drug dealer who beat up on his girlfriend who he got hooked on ice. She was 10 years younger than him. I have never met a worse person in my life.

you knew this guy in school and his gf was 10 years younger. was she 7?

thedevilsowne · Jul 3, 2012

Stratton_Gun said:
you knew this guy in school and his gf was 10 years younger. was she 7?

I knew him in school. He never had girl friend in school.
Kinda thought that he was gay an was maybe just over compensating by telling everyone else how gay they where all the time. Perhaps that's why he beat his gal, cos he really just loved ****.

peejay · Jul 7, 2012

Really happy? Hmm perhaps I would re think that.

Dan · Jul 7, 2012

I can relate to the OP. When I was 14 I was bulled by an 18 year old in year 12. The usual physically intimidating me, saying things about me, my family etc. One day I stood up to him because it got to a point were I got so sick of if his shit, I told to him to go **** himself and to **** off. That was a mistake because it resulted in me getting a busted nose and fat lip. The bully got a week suspension for it.

Forward 10-11 years later, I find out he died in a car accident. My parents knew as well and they mentioned it to me. I remember clearly the horrified look on my mothers face when I said, ''one less parasite on this planet can only be a good thing, the maggots can have him''

Another moron at highschool that I had to put up with did 12 months behind bars for beating up a women a few years ago. I sent a letter to his house a week before his court date saying.....''don't drop the soap, have fun''.

Gaben · Jul 7, 2012

I'm not willing to make a judgement until I hear his side of the story. I think you're painting the picture for us with rose-coloured glasses. Sounds like he beat you up in high school and you are bitter, so you extracted revenge by beating him to death.

Just tell me this OP - why'd you do it?

blue_bear1 · Jul 7, 2012

I can't imagine being "really happy". Maybe more relieved?

bunsen burner · Jul 7, 2012

OP should go to his grave site and piss on it. Maybe off load a tiger shark on it.

thedevilsowne · Jul 7, 2012

peejay said:
Really happy? Hmm perhaps I would re think that.

Why? I did question it. I have empathy an care for others. It's not that I am heartless. I found it weird people where so happy to see some like Gaddifi got killed when they where not even effected by him. An I doubt that many people I even say why he was kill. That's why I made this thread.

thedevilsowne · Jul 7, 2012

Gaben said:
I'm not willing to make a judgement until I hear his side of the story. I think you're painting the picture for us with rose-coloured glasses. Sounds like he beat you up in high school and you are bitter, so you extracted revenge by beating him to death.

Just tell me this OP - why'd you do it?

Considering the asswipe is dead you aren't gonna hear his story. Though his best mate who I ran into a few years back. Apologized to me an said sorry. I asked him why they did it an he told me they ****ed with me cos I looked weird an just boredom. He said you coped more than others because you would never give us ya money or smokes or whatever we wanted. He said he was like whatever but the guy i'm talking about in the OP was always trying to make me crack, like it was an attack on his self given authority.

People like you are to blame why bulling still happens at schools. He was the school bully he just attack people for no reason far from just me. An he never beat me up. Punched me, tripped me, pushed me into lockers, walls ect. Destroyed work. eg had him in cooking class I didn't mind cooking at the time. Almost everyday he came over an spat in whatever I was we where trying to make. Ended up failing cos wasn't touching it after he had spat on it. So I never completed anything in the end I just wasn't even starting unless he wasn't there that day. Cos I what was the point. I lost all interest in cooking after that.

He wasn't the only one but was a major player in me losing interest in school, then withdrawring from life all together. I became very bitter and anti-social an slide into a deep depression an turning to drugs and alcohol to escape. By year 12 I was hardly every even turning up to classes. An when I did I was half asleep from being up all nite. I still passed VCE which makes it even worse to think how well I would have gone if I didn't do all my homework drunk the nite before it was due. I started off just drinking in my room, playing video games reading, writing, playing guitar an listening to music. Then I started to head out at night an loved it. It was a different world.

I started taking my angry out at the world, vandalsing schools, and shops, smashing bottle just general moronic pointless crap. Then started doing petty crime like, stealing milk, magazines an newspapers ect. When they where delivered. I managed to sell some of these. That was a major turn for the worse. I needed cash, as my parents cellar was almost completely gone. Then one nite, when I was almost completly out of drinks. I drinking at a school when some older guys came up to me. It turned out they where casein the place. An after drinking with them. They invited me to join them when they did the job. I felt I had a place in the world an they mostly paid me in alcohol perfect. All I had to do was be the first one in an last one out. Take the most risk of being caught. This went on whenever they came to see me for about two years. I was never busted. 3 times I thought I done for but managed to out run the cops.
I only would do shops, warehouses, schools ect. Dispite the fact that I would steal cash from peoples cars, I felt that braking into peoples homes was wrong an never did that. I never knew why. Now I look back on it I would say it wasn't the stealing I cared about. It was how it would effect the people how it may make them feel unsafe even in their own homes. It was a good deision as the whole crew was done doing a house when I was 18. Alone again an more damaged than ever the started taking an dealing drugs. Something I swore I'd never do. I then got a completely unstable psycopath preganant who then emotionally destoyed me.

So when I heard he had been bashed to death, yes. I was bloody well jumping for joy. I felt like a hate that I been simmering inside me for over a decade was gone. The world for once seemed just, beaten to death not just died, but beaten to death!

The one fear l had left to the whole world was gone. Not that I was still scared of him. But the few times I had seen him after school, I had felt like ripping his head off. But just stood there shakin with rage.

In saying that that I do not blame him or anyone now for my own choices even thought I didn't feel I had no other option back then. I was responsible for my own actions and for all the upset my actions have now caused other people over the years. For that I will never truely forgive myself.
My life being great now. Awesome wife an family heaps of true friends and have my own business. An have no fear of anything at all outside of harm coming to those I hold dear.

Silent Alarm · Jul 7, 2012

An does not mean "and."

thedevilsowne · Jul 7, 2012

Silent Alarm said:
An does not mean "and."

Any word, mispelled

does not mean the word it is intended to. Same with the way kids all text using numbers ect. This is something you my not like but you will have to learn to deal with at some time.

Silent Alarm · Jul 7, 2012

thedevilsowne said:
Any word, mispelled does not mean the word it is intended to. Same with the way kids all text using numbers ect. This is something you my not like but you will have to learn to deal with at some time.

And that's how language was killed, kids.

Gaben · Jul 7, 2012

thedevilsowne said:
Considering the asswipe is dead you aren't gonna hear his story. Though his best mate who I ran into a few years back. Apologized to me an said sorry. I asked him why they did it an he told me they ****** with me cos I looked weird an just boredom. He said you coped more than others because you would never give us ya money or smokes or whatever we wanted. He said he was like whatever but the guy i'm talking about in the OP was always trying to make me crack, like it was an attack on his self given authority.

People like you are to blame why bulling still happens at schools. He was the school bully he just attack people for no reason far from just me. An he never beat me up. Punched me, tripped me, pushed me into lockers, walls ect. Destroyed work. eg had him in cooking class I didn't mind cooking at the time. Almost everyday he came over an spat in whatever I was we where trying to make. Ended up failing cos wasn't touching it after he had spat on it. So I never completed anything in the end I just wasn't even starting unless he wasn't there that day. Cos I what was the point. I lost all interest in cooking after that.

He wasn't the only one but was a major player in me losing interest in school, then withdrawring from life all together. I became very bitter and anti-social an slide into a deep depression an turning to drugs and alcohol to escape. By year 12 I was hardly every even turning up to classes. An when I did I was half asleep from being up all nite. I still passed VCE which makes it even worse to think how well I would have gone if I didn't do all my homework drunk the nite before it was due. I started off just drinking in my room, playing video games reading, writing, playing guitar an listening to music. Then I started to head out at night an loved it. It was a different world.

I started taking my angry out at the world, vandalsing schools, and shops, smashing bottle just general moronic pointless crap. Then started doing petty crime like, stealing milk, magazines an newspapers ect. When they where delivered. I managed to sell some of these. That was a major turn for the worse. I needed cash, as my parents cellar was almost completely gone. Then one nite, when I was almost completly out of drinks. I drinking at a school when some older guys came up to me. It turned out they where casein the place. An after drinking with them. They invited me to join them when they did the job. I felt I had a place in the world an they mostly paid me in alcohol perfect. All I had to do was be the first one in an last one out. Take the most risk of being caught. This went on whenever they came to see me for about two years. I was never busted. 3 times I thought I done for but managed to out run the cops.
I only would do shops, warehouses, schools ect. Dispite the fact that I would steal cash from peoples cars, I felt that braking into peoples homes was wrong an never did that. I never knew why. Now I look back on it I would say it wasn't the stealing I cared about. It was how it would effect the people how it may make them feel unsafe even in their own homes. It was a good deision as the whole crew was done doing a house when I was 18. Alone again an more damaged than ever the started taking an dealing drugs. Something I swore I'd never do. I then got a completely unstable psycopath preganant who then emotionally destoyed me.

So when I heard he had been bashed to death, yes. I was bloody well jumping for joy. I felt like a hate that I been simmering inside me for over a decade was gone. The world for once seemed just, beaten to death not just died, but beaten to death! The one fear l had left to the whole world was gone. Not that I was still scared of him. But the few times I had seen him after school, I had felt like ripping his head off. But just stood there shakin with rage.

In saying that that I do not blame him or anyone now for my own choices even thought I didn't feel I had no other option back then. I was responsible for my own actions and for all the upset my actions have now caused other people over the years. For that I will never truely forgive myself.
My life being great now. Awesome wife an family heaps of true friends and have my own business. An have no fear of anything at all outside of harm coming to those I hold dear.

Murderer

bunsen burner · Jul 7, 2012

thedevilsowne said:
Considering the asswipe is dead you aren't gonna hear his story. Though his best mate who I ran into a few years back. Apologized to me an said sorry. I asked him why they did it an he told me they ****** with me cos I looked weird an just boredom. He said you coped more than others because you would never give us ya money or smokes or whatever we wanted. He said he was like whatever but the guy i'm talking about in the OP was always trying to make me crack, like it was an attack on his self given authority.

People like you are to blame why bulling still happens at schools. He was the school bully he just attack people for no reason far from just me. An he never beat me up. Punched me, tripped me, pushed me into lockers, walls ect. Destroyed work. eg had him in cooking class I didn't mind cooking at the time. Almost everyday he came over an spat in whatever I was we where trying to make. Ended up failing cos wasn't touching it after he had spat on it. So I never completed anything in the end I just wasn't even starting unless he wasn't there that day. Cos I what was the point. I lost all interest in cooking after that.

He wasn't the only one but was a major player in me losing interest in school, then withdrawring from life all together. I became very bitter and anti-social an slide into a deep depression an turning to drugs and alcohol to escape. By year 12 I was hardly every even turning up to classes. An when I did I was half asleep from being up all nite. I still passed VCE which makes it even worse to think how well I would have gone if I didn't do all my homework drunk the nite before it was due. I started off just drinking in my room, playing video games reading, writing, playing guitar an listening to music. Then I started to head out at night an loved it. It was a different world.

I started taking my angry out at the world, vandalsing schools, and shops, smashing bottle just general moronic pointless crap. Then started doing petty crime like, stealing milk, magazines an newspapers ect. When they where delivered. I managed to sell some of these. That was a major turn for the worse. I needed cash, as my parents cellar was almost completely gone. Then one nite, when I was almost completly out of drinks. I drinking at a school when some older guys came up to me. It turned out they where casein the place. An after drinking with them. They invited me to join them when they did the job. I felt I had a place in the world an they mostly paid me in alcohol perfect. All I had to do was be the first one in an last one out. Take the most risk of being caught. This went on whenever they came to see me for about two years. I was never busted. 3 times I thought I done for but managed to out run the cops.
I only would do shops, warehouses, schools ect. Dispite the fact that I would steal cash from peoples cars, I felt that braking into peoples homes was wrong an never did that. I never knew why. Now I look back on it I would say it wasn't the stealing I cared about. It was how it would effect the people how it may make them feel unsafe even in their own homes. It was a good deision as the whole crew was done doing a house when I was 18. Alone again an more damaged than ever the started taking an dealing drugs. Something I swore I'd never do. I then got a completely unstable psycopath preganant who then emotionally destoyed me.

So when I heard he had been bashed to death, yes. I was bloody well jumping for joy. I felt like a hate that I been simmering inside me for over a decade was gone. The world for once seemed just, beaten to death not just died, but beaten to death! The one fear l had left to the whole world was gone. Not that I was still scared of him. But the few times I had seen him after school, I had felt like ripping his head off. But just stood there shakin with rage.

In saying that that I do not blame him or anyone now for my own choices even thought I didn't feel I had no other option back then. I was responsible for my own actions and for all the upset my actions have now caused other people over the years. For that I will never truely forgive myself.
My life being great now. Awesome wife an family heaps of true friends and have my own business. An have no fear of anything at all outside of harm coming to those I hold dear.

You ****ed up little monkey.

thedevilsowne · Jul 8, 2012

blue_bear1 said:
I can't imagine being "really happy". Maybe more relieved?

Maybe a little relieved but mostly just happy. Bit like when Melbourne beat Essendon. Relieved that my mates who supported Essendon. Where suddenly very quiet. But mostly just happy to remember what winning felt like.
Only that happiness didn't last aas long.

thedevilsowne · Jul 8, 2012

bunsen burner said:
You ****ed up little monkey.

THRILLHO · Jul 8, 2012

Silent Alarm said:
And that's how language was killed, kids.

Language is never killed. It simply changes and evolves. Or doth thou still speak thusly?

Andronicus · Jul 8, 2012

Being happy says more about you than him.

Reading about all the crap you did, it seems you were happy to put other people in a bad place. Would you excuse the people you stole from if you were bashed to death and they jumped for joy?

thedevilsowne · Jul 8, 2012

perthbombersfan said:
Being happy says more about you than him.

Reading about all the crap you did, it seems you were happy to put other people in a bad place. Would you excuse the people you stole from if you were bashed to death and they jumped for joy?

Have you ever lived in a world where you felt that nothing was real? That you didn't belong, where you wondered how others could laugh, run an play. While you had to run, while you had to hide. Have you ever seen everything you thought was real an you could trust turn to dust? Have you ever felt like no one cared or understood or gave a ****? Have you ever been beaten, laughed at an called a lier when you where telling the truth? Had the things you cared about most stolen from you? Have you ever considered you may be better off dead then another moment sinking in deeper into this deep dark hole filled with dread with only the dark voices inside your own head. Anxious, lonely, depressed wishing please God make it end.
If you did not feel like this as I child. Then who are you to judge.

Who I am now is not who I was. Why would I to care about what others think or feel about me when I'm dead.

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