Bullying

We have all felt it. At least once in our lives. The urge to push someone around. To hurt them, at least a little bit. I know that we all think that we are essentially nice people who don't do things like that, but there is always at least this one guy - we all know him, he's just so, so, so - asking for it. Begging to be pushed around, begging to be bullied.
No mater how sad, and pathetic, and weak we are, there is always going to be this one guy, or one girl, or even a child, who is weaker, and slower, and kind of lost in the world, and they are just begging for it. For us to snap at them, or to jell or shout, or humiliate them in any way possible, because, they are just so, so, so... What?
They are not so, so, so anything. They are just them. Living their lives the best they can. We are the ones that are so, so, so silly, and insecure, and scared to death. Scared that we are actually the same as the people we despise the most. Scared because we can see a little bit of ourselves in them. We hate their guts because it just might be that we are the ones that are a little bit slow, or rough around the edges, or weak, or lost. And we are, we all know that we are, but we have managed to train ourselves to ignore that fact, so looking at that one guy who is all the things we hate about ourselves makes us so furious. It makes us want to crush them.
And that is not only mean, it's also incredibly stupid, it's like crushing a mirror for showing you that you are unbelievably ugly - it won't change the way you look, it will only make your fist bleed.