2011-03-16, 04:57 PM
I've been in two "fights" my entire life, and both of them entailed one punch.
The first one was in my middle school english class. A kid named Angel was taunting, poking, and slapping me in the back for days. I just put up with it because at first, it was very easy to ignore and just laugh off. But then everyone started making fun of me, calling me a puss. That still didn't bother me all that much, until Angel hit me pretty hard in the back of the head. In one fell swoop, I brought my entire arm and fist back behind me and clocked him right in the head, and down he went. My English teacher, Mrs. Carter, took me out in the hall, and I kid you not, this is EXACTLY what she said: "Honestly Michael, I'm surprised you didn't hit him sooner. I'm glad you defended yourself, but just know that violence isn't always the answer, but apparently it was the only thing Angel would understand." Guess what? The little bastard asshole never even so much as looked my way ever again.
The second one was outside my Calculus class my senior year of high school in 2003. Yes I was a senior, and yes some guy was "picking" on me. I didn't consider him a threat because he wasn't. I had my back turned to the door of the classroom talking to about 6 other guys when another Hispanic kid grabbed my backpack and tried to throw it on the ground. I easily shook him off and told him to screw off. About this time, my Calculus teacher came waltzing out because she heard some commotion. He grabs my backpack again and manages to get it off my back this time, while pulling me to the ground. I simply got up, dropped my backpack, and gave him one good square punch to mouth. When he went down, I fully expected retaliation, but he never even got up. I looked at him and said "If you ever fuck with me again, I will beat you within a half inch of your life, dumbass." Guess what? The little bastard asshole never even so much as looked my way ever again.
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There really is nothing to argue. When I finally have kids, I will tell them never to start or pick fights. But, on opposite side of that token, I will also tell them if someone hits you or is trying to cause bodily harm, either hit them the fuck back, or defend yourself. I'm not going to tell my children to be pussies and back down. If someone is bullying you ANYWHERE by slapping, hitting, punching, or anything of the sort, the correct medium of remedy is not a pep talk about how bullies shouldn't be bullies. It's a fucking Michael Chiklis fist to the face, which translates into a big "Get the fuck away from me before I beat the ever-living shit out of you."
The first one was in my middle school english class. A kid named Angel was taunting, poking, and slapping me in the back for days. I just put up with it because at first, it was very easy to ignore and just laugh off. But then everyone started making fun of me, calling me a puss. That still didn't bother me all that much, until Angel hit me pretty hard in the back of the head. In one fell swoop, I brought my entire arm and fist back behind me and clocked him right in the head, and down he went. My English teacher, Mrs. Carter, took me out in the hall, and I kid you not, this is EXACTLY what she said: "Honestly Michael, I'm surprised you didn't hit him sooner. I'm glad you defended yourself, but just know that violence isn't always the answer, but apparently it was the only thing Angel would understand." Guess what? The little bastard asshole never even so much as looked my way ever again.
The second one was outside my Calculus class my senior year of high school in 2003. Yes I was a senior, and yes some guy was "picking" on me. I didn't consider him a threat because he wasn't. I had my back turned to the door of the classroom talking to about 6 other guys when another Hispanic kid grabbed my backpack and tried to throw it on the ground. I easily shook him off and told him to screw off. About this time, my Calculus teacher came waltzing out because she heard some commotion. He grabs my backpack again and manages to get it off my back this time, while pulling me to the ground. I simply got up, dropped my backpack, and gave him one good square punch to mouth. When he went down, I fully expected retaliation, but he never even got up. I looked at him and said "If you ever fuck with me again, I will beat you within a half inch of your life, dumbass." Guess what? The little bastard asshole never even so much as looked my way ever again.
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There really is nothing to argue. When I finally have kids, I will tell them never to start or pick fights. But, on opposite side of that token, I will also tell them if someone hits you or is trying to cause bodily harm, either hit them the fuck back, or defend yourself. I'm not going to tell my children to be pussies and back down. If someone is bullying you ANYWHERE by slapping, hitting, punching, or anything of the sort, the correct medium of remedy is not a pep talk about how bullies shouldn't be bullies. It's a fucking Michael Chiklis fist to the face, which translates into a big "Get the fuck away from me before I beat the ever-living shit out of you."