I hate bullying. I never had a problem with it, though. I knew how to stay out of trouble. At one point in my life, I somehow managed to be a “friend” of the bully. Somehow, he came to like me, and thus never bothered me, but I never really trusted him, and didn’t think of him as a friend. Not that I ever told him that.
Although later on in life, I did have a boss who was a bully. Problem was he was paying me to do work I really wanted to do, and that no one else gets to do. So I figured the psychic pain was part of the price I paid to do the work, but eventually it was a soul killer, so when he finally laid me off, I was really pretty happy. It was like being let out of a jail, even if it was a jail of my own making.