I was mercilessly bullied for:
Being skinny
Country accent
My cheap shoes
My nappy hair
Being black
Being poor
My parents car
My cheap clothes
My backpack
Beat up every other day for one thing or another from 3rd yo 9th grade
I never thought, "Hey let me kill everyone"
There is some th ingredient different in this generation. My father told me people picked on me because they felt bad about their own situation.
My mom made me fight the kid that was bullying me. It may seem stupid but me and my worst bully became friends. I also realized through my parents that people would bully because they were lacking something they saw in me. Whether that was true or not did not matter, the key was that my parents were there and paid attention. Mind you I had crazy jw parents who failed in many other areas but they at least helped with that