Bullying is actually a behavioral addiction, with lots of tentacles reaching out in every direction. There’s the bully themselves, getting a rush out of inflicting harm on another person or creature, coupled with the fear of most watching. There’s the common (albeit very unfortunate), spin-off addiction of the battered victim. I’ve talked to domestic violence survivors who are not blind to their abuser’s cruelty; it gives them a sense of power to stay with someone nobody else would tolerate for a day. “ No one could take what I take,” one woman told me. “I’m the only one. Without me, he’d be alone.” There’s the general crowd who know about and even witness the bully tormenting a victim. Fear keeps them silent, then shame afterwards eats at them. Cruelty is always awful. There’s nothing to be admired about it. So, observe the bullies around you, do some inner searches to discover if you’re as worthless and cowardly as you think you are (you’re not), and realize that you’re nobody’s fix,