So what is bullying looks like?

It is an attempt of the modern society to limit bullying definitions to bad children in school mocking and hitting those they think are less strong, defenseless or undependable by their parents.

You see that in movies, in schools anti bullying policies, in psychology manuals, in the conferences speech content.

Why so?

Easy, it is catchy, we talk about children abusing other children, and all of a sudden being their paladin, speaking up for them, it pays, big money.  Of course no real results, even worse, the bullies will refine their technics so they are not in the public eye any longer, so as adults they are expert bullies, untouchable, uncatchable.

I was running every now and then experiments while walking on the streets based on my understanding of how a bully can refine their techniques to see if am I right or wrong in my assumptions, so with the years I came to some understanding that is regrettably absolutely ignored by the "experts" in bullies, simply because it makes them no money.

I will every now and then describe one or another experiment and my funny conclusions, and obviously the anti bulling tactics I developed out of this, and how they can empower the bullied person to counter attack in a way that said bully will stay away not only from them, but from anybody else that might know them, as a precautionary measure, yes, bullies are also cautions when in danger of getting exposed.

Since in secondary school I noticed bullies mostly attack alone or in a group of their own trusted followers, never among other people that could testify against them, and they study their victims previously to make sure they can win unconditionally.

I was a seventh grader, bullying was not even known as a word than, nobody cared, going to tell the teachers somebody abused you was considered cowardly, so many students just took it and shoveled it down somehow.

I was skinny, extremely tall, was looking like a pen, long, thin, feeble and easy to break in pieces between two fingers.

In our school a new student was accepted, later I learned he was cast away from other schools for bad attitude, and I think his parents knew somebody in this school so they got him in somehow.

The guy was a psychopath (another notion unknown to me at the time) and collected data about everybody pretending to be their friend and chatting so he could identify his victims based on a scheme in his head.

I happened to be a loner, so he thought I am easy prey for his muscles (he had no idea I was all fiber and joints, I was lifting and doing martial arts, but again I was a loner and no other kids in school knew it either)

Meanwhile he pushed some girls and pulled their hair, for the fun of some others, thus he created his little group of support.

One day, a Thursday, I remember for Thursdays I had painting class, and the painting lab was in the attic of the school, just above the president's office, I was going down the stairs in the lunch break heading out to buy something to eat,  just like everybody else, but as usually I stayed behind the class just to be with my thoughts, and apparently he knew of this habit already. 
He was waiting for me in the large hallway below, and when I turned up on the top of the stairs, he walked right up closing behind the door, just him and me, perfect moment, no witnesses, and asked me for my lunch cash while smashing me at the wall.

He had a good technique, so I assume he did it often with good results for him.  Not  this time thou.  I placed an elbow in his solar plex so he lost his breathing, than I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him at my height, face to face, he was not expecting that would be possible.  As a quick reaction he spat me in the face, but he also was yellow and shaking, the bully was now the victim of his own scheme.

I was blind and needed both my hands to clean my face, so I threw him against the opposite wall thinking I shall clean my eyes than fight him than and there.

Next second when I opened my cleaned eyes he was nowhere to be found, he run down and through the doors, out.  Nor the coming day, neither the entire next week he came back to school.  I learned from his admirers he was afraid if I grab him I will break every single bone he had.

He came back after a week of absence, kept clear from me all the rest of the year, and kept clear from bullying anybody else as I made it clear to all my colleagues that if they hear anything they come and talk to me and I shall find him even if it would be in his moms kitchen.  And he heard of this.

Nobody trained me about bullying and how to handle it before that, nor after, but I kind of trained myself and with interesting results over the years.