Yesterday, I was sitting on my couch getting over a head-cold and overheard some commotion. I looked out the window, and the two white guys across the street (a 25-ish year old, and his dad) were squabbling with a crew of about 6 15ish year-olds.
Apparently, the kids had tossed rocks at their house and cars as they casually walked by. The dad is on the phone, and his son and one of the boys are face to face about to fight when the dad reaches over the son, phone in one hand(w/the cops) and pepper-sprayed the boy his son was about to fight with using his other hand. The kid takes 4 steps away and wipes his face with his shirt, and then starts flipping out when he realizes he's been pepper-sprayed. His 5 friends are having all they can do to hold him back, because they know the cops are coming. Suddenly, a lil' blue Cavalier rolls up (dont know how he knew?!?!~), he parks in the middle of the road and gets out and goes "you crackas pepper sprayin a little kid?? you fuckin serious?? ni^^a, you all got a problem straight up I'm right at 199. I'm RIGHT at 199 come see me ni66Az. Fuckin crackaz."
He then rolled away. Kids are gone. Cops show up, I watch out the window as all the witnesses file the reports.
I've been on both ends of this urban defensiveness, but I was thinking about how lucky not only myself, and all of these kids were...but mainly the kid in the blue Cavalier was that this was not my car they had thrown rocks at. He was a puny lil' twig, with tough-guy wanna-be gangster swagger. Admittingly, it took some balls to come shouting this shit all alone, he was by himself, but I was honestly thinking how badly I'd like to deliver a 5-fingered death punch to his jaw sack.
I got hot under the collar just seeing this, and it really really did bother me, but it also reminded me of something: this is why I try to avoid clubs when I can. Friends invite me all of the time, but every time I go I find one of these knuckleheads who's wasted off his ass and just shoulder-shoves people as he's walking by, so-obviously on-purpose, and then with a smirk on his face with his glassy eyes mumbles" sorry buddy" as he looks your girl up and down and licks his lips.
Now, I admit, I am the anti-bully bully. I am Sting, from the WCW days. If you are a bully or have a tough-guy chip on your shoulder, then I have one for you. You and me should never meet, because I will end all of your I-Am-Riddick-Bowe fantasies.
Albeit, this is not a healthy approach to life at all, so I've grown to appreciate letting things go. I actually have such a high/high tolerance for ass-holishness now, you might think I'm currently "soft." Think this with caution, one day you might find your Uncle Marty's cranium swinging from my Car's Antenna. But in all seriousness, I'm involved in a catch-22 which is where all of this comes from.
People expect me to be a good mediator, because they're mistaking that I'm psychologically well-balanced. Them thinking that alone actually helps, because I try and live up to those expectations and it's actually yielded some persons "helped."
I also have this other faction of people who expect me not to take sh%t from anyone, but really I can't "fake" it. I can't "force" myself to lose my temper and be STING. I don't get mad at things that many others would naturally get mad at nowadays. I don't understand the correct balance, because one day you're expected to stand and fight, and other days you're hearing that violence is never the answer. So, I resort to chilling out and letting someone carry-on until my hands literally start to shake. Then, and only then, I offer an altimatum. There's no "or else," just a "please calm down, people are starting to get irritated."
I say this with no hint of sarcasm.
Said bully usually responds with "why, what are you going to do."
My passive self usually says "nothin man, just tryin to help you out."
Bully then sees red, and touches my Hat's brim. He just flicks it, with little to no force, as if to say "boo!!"
I'm like alright, let's get out of here guys. My gang starts to leave, then the guy says somethin directed at my girl.
I then see red, also. I approach said bully. "huh, say sorry man she's just a girl she means no harm."
He says "I said your bitchs clam is like Vishchy water!!!!"
Then, he shoves me.
Suddenly, at the opposite end of the bar, the crowd hears a "bloop!"
It's Bully's front left tooth landing in Dolly Parton's Grey-Goose and Tonic. EEEwwey. (she still drinks it).
But anyways, I can't fully blame these meatheads.....alcohol and environment, and peer-pressure (wanting to appear cool) play a large role, also. So instead, I usually avoid clubbing altogether. I might go 1-3 times a year.
Apparently, the kids had tossed rocks at their house and cars as they casually walked by. The dad is on the phone, and his son and one of the boys are face to face about to fight when the dad reaches over the son, phone in one hand(w/the cops) and pepper-sprayed the boy his son was about to fight with using his other hand. The kid takes 4 steps away and wipes his face with his shirt, and then starts flipping out when he realizes he's been pepper-sprayed. His 5 friends are having all they can do to hold him back, because they know the cops are coming. Suddenly, a lil' blue Cavalier rolls up (dont know how he knew?!?!~), he parks in the middle of the road and gets out and goes "you crackas pepper sprayin a little kid?? you fuckin serious?? ni^^a, you all got a problem straight up I'm right at 199. I'm RIGHT at 199 come see me ni66Az. Fuckin crackaz."
He then rolled away. Kids are gone. Cops show up, I watch out the window as all the witnesses file the reports.
I've been on both ends of this urban defensiveness, but I was thinking about how lucky not only myself, and all of these kids were...but mainly the kid in the blue Cavalier was that this was not my car they had thrown rocks at. He was a puny lil' twig, with tough-guy wanna-be gangster swagger. Admittingly, it took some balls to come shouting this shit all alone, he was by himself, but I was honestly thinking how badly I'd like to deliver a 5-fingered death punch to his jaw sack.
I got hot under the collar just seeing this, and it really really did bother me, but it also reminded me of something: this is why I try to avoid clubs when I can. Friends invite me all of the time, but every time I go I find one of these knuckleheads who's wasted off his ass and just shoulder-shoves people as he's walking by, so-obviously on-purpose, and then with a smirk on his face with his glassy eyes mumbles" sorry buddy" as he looks your girl up and down and licks his lips.
Now, I admit, I am the anti-bully bully. I am Sting, from the WCW days. If you are a bully or have a tough-guy chip on your shoulder, then I have one for you. You and me should never meet, because I will end all of your I-Am-Riddick-Bowe fantasies.
Albeit, this is not a healthy approach to life at all, so I've grown to appreciate letting things go. I actually have such a high/high tolerance for ass-holishness now, you might think I'm currently "soft." Think this with caution, one day you might find your Uncle Marty's cranium swinging from my Car's Antenna. But in all seriousness, I'm involved in a catch-22 which is where all of this comes from.
People expect me to be a good mediator, because they're mistaking that I'm psychologically well-balanced. Them thinking that alone actually helps, because I try and live up to those expectations and it's actually yielded some persons "helped."
I also have this other faction of people who expect me not to take sh%t from anyone, but really I can't "fake" it. I can't "force" myself to lose my temper and be STING. I don't get mad at things that many others would naturally get mad at nowadays. I don't understand the correct balance, because one day you're expected to stand and fight, and other days you're hearing that violence is never the answer. So, I resort to chilling out and letting someone carry-on until my hands literally start to shake. Then, and only then, I offer an altimatum. There's no "or else," just a "please calm down, people are starting to get irritated."
I say this with no hint of sarcasm.
Said bully usually responds with "why, what are you going to do."
My passive self usually says "nothin man, just tryin to help you out."
Bully then sees red, and touches my Hat's brim. He just flicks it, with little to no force, as if to say "boo!!"
I'm like alright, let's get out of here guys. My gang starts to leave, then the guy says somethin directed at my girl.
I then see red, also. I approach said bully. "huh, say sorry man she's just a girl she means no harm."
He says "I said your bitchs clam is like Vishchy water!!!!"
Then, he shoves me.
Suddenly, at the opposite end of the bar, the crowd hears a "bloop!"
It's Bully's front left tooth landing in Dolly Parton's Grey-Goose and Tonic. EEEwwey. (she still drinks it).
But anyways, I can't fully blame these meatheads.....alcohol and environment, and peer-pressure (wanting to appear cool) play a large role, also. So instead, I usually avoid clubbing altogether. I might go 1-3 times a year.
