Pleasurepays

unlike most, i think fighting has its place. people are not all the same. people are not all good. some people are violent sociopaths. some people are violent psychopaths. some people suffer from a wide array of psychological issues that drive them towards violence or inflicting violence on others for a wide variety of reasons. sometimes these people manage to ascend to the highest heights of power and control nations, their military and the direction of their country

when i was in about 8th grade, i had a much bigger kid that threw rocks at me as i walked to the bus stop and tried to fight me as well. it happened everyday. i knew it was just a matter of time before i got seriously hurt. it was just a matter of time before i got hit by a rock in the head or face. i told my parents, i told his parents, i told the school. i did everything possible to stop it without hurting him. - "awe... just kids being kids" they all said.

That put me in an awkward position. what were my choices? it seemed to me that no one was going to listen until i came home with blood flowing down my face or lost an eye and most of my front teeth from getting hit in the face with a rock. that wasn't a very good choice for me. my choice was to take my chances and hope i didn't get hurt... or stop him.

so... i told myself that i would end it. for good. i woke up, got ready for school... went out to the garage and got a 18" piece of 1 1/2" pipe, stuck it up the sleeve of my jacket and started walking to the bus stop. as i approached the bus stop, he started throwing rocks at me. i dodged them while warning him to stop as i continued forward. as i finally got up to him, he was standing there and smugly asked "what the fuck are you gonna do now? i think i'll just kick your ass" - i slid the pipe out, cracked him over the head... he dropped to his knees and i hit him a few more times to make sure he wasn't getting up. then i stood over the top of him and made if very clear that if he doesn't stop being a dick, he would be coming to the bus stop in a wheelchair.

.... guess what happened? the bus came, everyone saw him lying in a pool of his own blood, the cops came, his parents tried to press charges against me for being a bad guy.

i didn't think i was the bad guy.

i think it was a simple, normal act of self preservation that worked. he never tried to fight me because he knew my response was going to be 10 times worse than whatever he did to me.

that was the end of it.

i learned a good lesson. ...

i learned that sometimes "talking" can't bring resolution to a situation. sometimes you have to fight. sometimes you have to fight because the other side wants to fight... sometimes there is no choice (or at least no better choice). if there is no choice... then you fight to win and you make sure it ends right then and there, using any and all means necessary.