There's only one thing you need to understand about me: there's nothing in this world I hate more than a bully. A person that tries to make themselves feel better by stepping on good, honest people who've done nothing wrong.

A person that takes joy in destroying other peoples' lives in any way that they can. They don't care what they do or who they do it to, all they want to do in this world is cause pain, cause suffering. Makes them feel big. Makes them feel powerful.

My friend, Bobby, has been bullied for the majority of his life. Not just at school but at home as well. Bobby lived in a very old-school kind of household, "I say 'jump,' you say 'how high,'" kind of thing. The only problem was, his dad took advantage of that.

He loved the power he had over his kids. He would be disrespectful, say hurtful things and Bobby was expected to just take it and he did. You see, his parents raised Bobby to not fight back, his dad especially. "Let God handle it," they would say. Whether or not his mom actually meant to not fight back, he doesn't know, but he knows that his dad did.

He loved that power he had over Bobby. He fed off of it. Bobby wasn't in the place to fight back and his dad knew it. "I'm gonna fight you straight up like a man," his dad would say.

Which is funny now because now that Bobby is a man that'll fight back in a heartbeat, he doesn't see his Pops squaring up. Guess he only feels comfortable fighting little kids and teenagers.

All Bobby wanted to do was make friends and belong somewhere. Anywhere. Don't we all? But you see Bobby had things that he was he dealing with when he was growing up. It manifested in ways that people didn't understand. Whether this had something to do with how people treated Bobby growing up, he doesn't know.

All he knows is that people gave him hell. In school, at home, in church, everywhere and only because he didn't fight back and he hates himself for it.

That's why I hate bullies.