Jariel said:
That's the thing about bullies - they're cowards. They like an easy victim, someone who will lay down and just take the abuse. The moment the victim fights back it beomes more than they bargain for and there's a risk that they might get hurt. Even if the victim comes off worse and "loses" the fight, the bullies will think twice about pushing him around again. Even if the odds are against you, you must make it as hard for them as you possibly can.
Too many victims believe if they fight back it will aggravate the matter and cause the bullies to get angrier. They believe if they don't react, it'll just blow over, but that never happens.
A few years ago a couple of guys tried to mug me at knife point. I knew that if I stood there afraid and did nothing, I was putting myself at their mercy. I had flashbacks to news items and CCTV footage where stab victims had put their arms up, begged for mercy and even curled into a ball, and ended up getting stabbed and often killed. I decided if I was ever in that situation I would make it as hard for them as I could and I decided to fight back. To my relief, they backed off. They must've known that if they got close enough to stab me, I was going to hit them hard, and that was a risk they weren't willing to take, so they backed off.
I know that's not the same as the OP's situation, but the same fact applies to passive aggressive bullying too. Give him a tase of his own medicine. When he punches you, punch him back, flick his nose, flick his balls, grab him in a headlock and do something to hurt him, but do it while laughing.
I got jumped a year ago, by a few dudes outside in a dark parking lot for my lexus. broke my hand actually, busted my face pretty bad, and while I could have at the very least, made one of their lives a living hell, in a situtaiton like that, you just take your beating and let them have hwat they want and live to fight another day. I grew up in one of the mot violent cities in america, and you learn to picka nd chose your battles. that's not one worth fighting. As bad as they got me it only lasted about 20 seconds.
but a situtation like that where the dude is just show boating? antoher quick story, I was tiny in elementary school. like 80 pounds in the 5th grade tiny. But I was spoiled rotten and was always dressing my ass off. A few kids, didn't like the fact that all the girls would pass me notes (i've always been cute) and ****, and giving me attnetion.. they were bigger than me, it was 3 of them. started stealing my lunch money every day. me being so damn small didn't do antyhing abou tit.
i would come home everyay and just Gourge on food, and i never was to eat alot. my dad asked me one day after school why I was so god damn hungry. I told him for no real reason, we had pe and i was hungry. the next day i came home with a torn shirt, one of them ruffled me up a little. this had been going on for like a month. Anyway, my dad finally caught wind. my dad, being about as opld school as you can possibly be, the type of dudeat would fight after school for ****s and giggles, said look, i'm going to give you lunch money and i'm going to call the school and make sure you ate lunch. if they try to start **** with you, even if it is 3 fo them, you fight for yourself. either they can beat your ass or i can beat your ass lol, it's your choice, and i knew he wasn't playing whatsoever, because i heard all too many times the stories of his older brothers beating his ass because he wouldnt' fight.
so the next day comes, i'm preparing for this ass whipping all day long. lunch time comes, they ask me for my lunch money, i say no, one of them tires to grab me, and i had grabbed a rock and cuffed it going to the lunch room, busted him up side the head with it, lhe was out for the count lol.
you want to know the funniest ****....i actually learned a lot this day..
there were 3 of them. one of them i busted, he was done. 1 of the other 2, took off and ran. so it was one on one, and we were knocking, by now the entire school is in a cirlce and i will be damned if i wasn't holding my own. it was only when he got me in a head lock that the ude that ran away marioucsly found his way back and started getting his licks in
i also remember my two "best friends" watching me, i looked dead at them, while i was getting double teamed. i never forgot that and learned a lesson that day.
one of them had to have stitches, but none of them f'ed with me ever again. hell i became pretty good friends with one of them in high school.
when i came home busted up my dad actually was so proud of me he took me to buy a new video game and made me give him the blow by blow of what happened. ;then he signed me up for karate becuase i was so small
my dad is not pro fighting, but he will be damned if a son of his is not going to defend himself.
I remember my now 22 year old brother, caleb.. this **** broke my heart, he was in high school, and had so many pair of jordans and ****, that kids would just take them from him.
this is right when i moved to california and i had came home and i was going to surprise him by showing up9 to just take him out to eat or **** from school, i catch him walking home from school with no shoes. dudes just have taken his shoes and made him walk home barefoot. and his mom being overly religious believed in "turn the other the cheeK" tot he poitn she wouldn't let my dad intervene. he eventually had to transfer schools it got so bad.
at some point, a man has to defend himself. I'm not a hot head like my dad is, but still there are certain things you just can't do to another man and get away with it.
