..... and oh my, what a beautiful cheek you have to turn.Locker room after gym class. I was 7 or 8, she insulted my older brother in front of me. I put her head in the toilet bowl. Got suspended from school for a week and had to sit through a very long talk from my parents and our priest about non-violence and turning the other cheek.
I learned my lesson.
No smartass. I use sarcasm now instead of violence. Much more fun.make sure there are no witnesses?
See I would have gotten the "it's your fault" talk instead...But that seemed to be the nature of all my lectures. Even if I was the victim or had nothing to do with what happened....and had to sit through a very long talk from my parents and our priest about non-violence and turning the other cheek.
I'm pretty much a big wimp, and am inclined to back down when confronted.I use sarcasm now instead of violence. Much more fun.
True. But you often give sarcasm for the same reason you give a punch: more for the self-satisfaction and frustration release than anything else.Sarcasm is lost on the stupid.
I like that it often confuses them. Sure what you said is lost on them, but they will sometimes stop and try to think on about it. And watching those little gears go around is so entertaining.True. But you often give sarcasm for the same reason you give a punch: more for the self-satisfaction and frustration release than anything else.
It's true. This is why I would not fight you. You would fuck me up my man!!!!I was kind of a geeky kid with glasses growing up in the wrong part of town. There was a gang of toughguys in grade 7 and they thought I was such a wuss I couldn't handle the smallest of them (he was about 4' nothing). They were all calling me on it in our afternoon classes how this little punker was going to kick the shit outta me.
It turned into a real event. Everyone knew about it. By the time I got there there was probably 30 kids around this little pipsqueak.
I made it through the crowd and they were all "you're gonna die you're gonna die"....so he was strutting around like rockey and then he came at me. I side stepped him, put him in a head lock and walked around the crowd flinging him back and forth like a rag doll. Everyone went a little quiet then I released him.
He came at me again, so I spun him around and put him into a hammerlock and an arm around his throat. I said, what me to kill him? I picked him up off the ground (using the arm bent behind his back until he was balling his eyes out but he couldn't make a sound because of my arm around his neck.
A teacher came by just then and pulled me off him. The teacher knew the gang and pulled me into his office and said wth are you doing. I said "they wouldn't leave me alone until I fought him so.....I had to".
I was never punished and after that, only the two biggest ever bothered me again....One of my biggest regrets was not taking it to them.....oh if I knew then what I knew now.......