Random thought on my mind before I go for a blood draw
I was raised to be very passive. I can remember being chased by some kid in Pre-school and complaining to my mother. Her sophomoric/sage advice was "He can't chase you if you don't run." I took a strictly hippie martial art (Aikido) that largely focuses on protecting yourself but NOT hurting your opponent. The go to response from parents and teachers regarding teasing/bullying was "Ignore it/them."
I stuck to those rules diligently and was taunted and teased and bullied relentlessly for quite some time. I can remember though, when I figured out how to deal with bullies.
It was either 5th or 6th grade, so I was probably barely 5 feet tall and 100 lbs soaking wet (if I was lucky). A friend and I were walking to the area where our parents picked us up and behind us was a bully named Paul. Paul was a fucking giant. He was taller than some of the teachers and probably out weighed me by 50+ pounds.
And of course, he was making fun of me. I remember just trying to remain calm, and just getting angrier and angrier and angrier. Until I finally just turned around and belted him in the stomach.
He never bothered me again. Well except for threatening to beat the shit out of me for a couple of minutes after I punched him.
Now I'm not naive enough to think I hit him so hard he decided not to mess with me. It's just I finally spoke to him in a language he could understand.
Somewhere along the way though I forgot that lesson and returned to my passive ways. I guess it's on my mind since I'm working on (re)learning when to hold'em and when to fold'em so to speak.
I stuck to those rules diligently and was taunted and teased and bullied relentlessly for quite some time. I can remember though, when I figured out how to deal with bullies.
It was either 5th or 6th grade, so I was probably barely 5 feet tall and 100 lbs soaking wet (if I was lucky). A friend and I were walking to the area where our parents picked us up and behind us was a bully named Paul. Paul was a fucking giant. He was taller than some of the teachers and probably out weighed me by 50+ pounds.
And of course, he was making fun of me. I remember just trying to remain calm, and just getting angrier and angrier and angrier. Until I finally just turned around and belted him in the stomach.
He never bothered me again. Well except for threatening to beat the shit out of me for a couple of minutes after I punched him.
Now I'm not naive enough to think I hit him so hard he decided not to mess with me. It's just I finally spoke to him in a language he could understand.
Somewhere along the way though I forgot that lesson and returned to my passive ways. I guess it's on my mind since I'm working on (re)learning when to hold'em and when to fold'em so to speak.