Interesting question.
I found myself ina similiar situation just the other day. Someone did something so stupid I just really wanted to be the $hit out of them, but I was in my car. I wish to God he would have given me the finger for beeping and giving him alook like, “Are you freaking retarted?” Instead he never turned around, and enjoyed the position he gained by cutting me off like a moran.
So i figuered, better off that way. Do I really want to kick an old man’s face in, he was probbaly already in his forties, but not a martial arts forty, a regular Joe smhoe, go home and eat chocolate cake and have a beer fellow.
So that was that. But at the time I was raging.
A few months ago some roid head, no shirt, trying to look tough on the dance floor, grabs my shoulder. His girlfriend, which no one knew it to be since she was dancing alone because he was too busy looking tough, was near by. I noticed him noticing her being noticed by me – and about ten other guys. It was 5:00 a.m., she was on E … and everybody was getting down.
So this guy, about 6’2 230 (not exagerating, and comfortable enough with his body fat percentage to be topless) digs into my shoudler. As soon as it happned, inside, I was like, "What the ****! Who the hel… I never finished. My left hand shot up ala’ “Paint the fence Danialson” right on his bicep from underneath – the soft spot.
He pulled his arm back like he touched a live wire.
Hand removed.
He stepped back, talked to his weight lifting buddy, there was three. And I kept dancing.
He came back again like trying to come talk to me. He reached to get close, I stepped to the side. “Hey, is this your girl?” Didn’t let him answer. “So why don’t YOU dance with her.”
He was drunk or something. Confused. He stepped back again.
I could have dropped him. I had outside position leaning right up onto him – talking into his ear over the music – a million things. OK, at least 10 things I could have done without thinking. Maybe 5 or 6. Four, I promise four. Like the wind though. Just like that.
So, I notice him noticing his friends notcing me notice them. I notice this happned in the middle of a rave’s dance floor. Noticed know use staying there, nothing good would happen. Held my ground like the the pain in the a$$ I could be for about three minutes (Cuban pride), and then shuffled a long.
The difference in stories was that in the car I was fuiling my anger. I was ****ed, thinking about the idiot in front of me and how I wanted to beat his a$$. Truth is, if he pulle dover I would have beeped again, smiled, and waved as I passed. Maybe even given him the finger. I’m not going to fight an old man on the side of the road.
Maybe if he was 20, talking smack at a stop sign, not even most likely.
The other one was 100% reaction on the first grab. Then I became very aware just out of knowing people. I knew he had friends, I was a little concerend but it was a club, crouded, I could have manueved away from 3 guys easy enough. Get to the open, by the bar, by security. Maybe see a friend on the way.
But I really checked him out, and somehow I just knew there’d be no trouble. He was big, but he wa s apunk from the Jersey suburbs who did roids and pumped up to make up for some insecurity. Just like that, I knew nothing would materialze. And I walked away. He won. He got to stand there with his friends. I walked off and found someone else to dance with, or just had fun on my own.
When you need to rteact you’ll react. If you find yourself fueled wih that anger, walk away and take some deep breaths to calm yourself. You’re all right. It’s not worth it – whatever it is.
