I grew up in a place where I was a geek. It is rural. I wasn't popular, but I was a step above social pariah. The popular girls who were pretty, were also cruel. The guys treated me like a buddy (sort of). We all pretty much were children of farmers and foresters, teachers and nurses. Some were white collar families but most blue. There wasn't a huge social difference between people, economic wise. I played field hockey, basketball, and did field events in track. I was in the French club. I did the lighting for the drama club, and was on the yearbook committee. I never drank or smoke. I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't obese. I got picked on because I had a dorky brother who was overweight. I also got picked on because I was gullible and, frankly, I have big breasts. I was very self-conscious, and awkward.
I really think that a lot of the guys who picked on me then would actually really like me now. I suppose that's where I have to face being the bigger person. In my mind I am doing a little victory dance, telling them to eff-off or acting out a scene like in the movie Hard Candy. In reality I would just be polite but call them an ass in my head.