December 17th, 2010
Haha. This happened on Facebook - and, in fact, was one of the reasons I decided I couldn't be arsed with Facebook.
See, I was picked on mercilessly when I was a child. And it only happened after I left Ireland, started with little comments about my accent (which was strong back then) and eventually evolved until it would be verbal bullying about whatever they could think of - not that they knew much about me besides my accent and the way I looked.
So, when I joined Facebook, what did I get? Within two days, sixty-or-so friend requests from people, some of whom were my good friends, most of whom I barely knew, and some of whom were the people who made the later half of my childhood more unpleasant than it should have been.
What did I do? I swiftly hit 'decline'. And if I encountered these people again off the Internet (which, indeed, I have) I'd do the same, just ignore them.
If, however, they approached me, it would be a different story. If they tried exchanging pleasantries, I'd simply say "Sorry, but you were horrible to me as a kid; you aren't worth my time". If they apologised and were sincere about it, then fine. I could forgive.
If they decided to flog a dead horse by having another go? I'd just laugh in their face and walk on.