It's been a long time. In college I was watching an anti-war demonstration with my economics prof and another professor and there was a bit of a dust up. The other prof, a Chinese guy about 5 feet tall and 95 pounds went wading into it to try to break it up and I went after him to save his life. Some guy hit me in the head with a Viet Cong flag. I didn't care about the flag was I was a little pissed about the flag pole so I gave him a right to the kidney and grabbed the Chinese guy with my left and pulled him back out of the crowd.

My first fight, 8th grade, when a big kid threw an icey snow ball an hit me in the ear. Honor demanded that I challenge him after school. I was chagrined to learn that though I could hit him, I couldn't hurt him. He had the opposite problem. That sent me into training in the basement, boxing with the little cord that hung from below the fluorescent light. The next time I got challenged was playing football. A guy came after me swinging saying I'd clipped him. Not knowing what clipping was I had no verbal defense. However, this time, when I hit him a few times he quit and ran off. The need to defend myself ended soon after that.

As an adult the closest I came was when some guy pulling into a parking garage near campus got out of his car mad because I'd dared to walk in front of him. This was before I'd been to college and this entitled prick, a student at cal, had lots of things to say about me being a bum. I didn't say anything but resolved to crush his throat with an elbow if he'd swung at me. I was pretty mad. So glad that he didn't push it.

Mostly stupid little fights when I was younger. I'm pretty sure I didn't ever start any though. There's been a few times since when I really would like to punch certain people in the head but thought better of it.

As for arguing I refuse to talk to anyone who's shouting. I'll just ignore them or walk away. There's no point trying to have a discussion when somebody is shouting.

Not now. It'll ruin my shoes.

Back in the day I did throw a few punches, pulled some hair, and threw some peeps to the ground. One reason: my brother's bullies. Of course, back then I was a little tom boy with no love for shoes or pretty hair.

Now I just resort to talk even faster... Or not talk at all. One of those. I become pretty sarcastic, too.

(November 24, 2013 at 7:23 pm)Ivy Wrote: Not now. It'll ruin my shoes.

Back in the day I did throw a few punches, pulled some hair, and threw some peeps to the ground. One reason: my brother's bullies. Of course, back then I was a little tom boy with no love for shoes or pretty hair.

Now I just resort to talk even faster... Or not talk at all. One of those. I become pretty sarcastic, too.

You and that mexican verbal shotgun...

(November 24, 2013 at 7:25 pm)pocaracas Wrote:

(November 24, 2013 at 7:23 pm)Ivy Wrote: Not now. It'll ruin my shoes.

Back in the day I did throw a few punches, pulled some hair, and threw some peeps to the ground. One reason: my brother's bullies. Of course, back then I was a little tom boy with no love for shoes or pretty hair.

Now I just resort to talk even faster... Or not talk at all. One of those. I become pretty sarcastic, too.

You and that mexican verbal shotgun...

Don't make me start talking Mexican, dude! Lol

I chose Reluctant Hero. I'm not a big fan of fighting. It's the immature way to solve things. But I'll do it (and have done it in the past) when I have to.

About three years ago I had to knock out one of my workers. He showed up intoxicated. Reminder that this is a construction site, so this is obviously extremely dangerous. He was shoving other workers and throwing tools. He was completely out of hand and I ran to restrain him. He drunkenly threw a punch and I returned the favor. He was out cold.

I fired him, obviously. The fucker sued me for hitting him (but lost, of course.)

I don't remember ever hitting someone out of anger. It's been self-defense.

(November 24, 2013 at 7:41 pm)CleanShavenJesus Wrote: undefined

Hey, Jesus. Still having tech issues, huh?

(November 24, 2013 at 7:47 pm)Ivy Wrote:

(November 24, 2013 at 7:41 pm)CleanShavenJesus Wrote: undefined

Hey, Jesus. Still having tech issues, huh?

No. My fists are just so powerful, they can't be defined!

I fought a lot as a kid. I wold have sworn that I had a "fight me" sign tacked to my back all through grade school and high school. I was overweight and picked on daily for it. Lost all the weight in the middle of high school but the fighting didn't stop. Even today I never ever remember starting it.
Many of my worst were with my older brother.