Why did you fight?
Most Helpful Guy
Many, many, many fights. Scars all over, like 5 on my face. I lost most of them, probably.
I liked fighting, but I'm a pretty small guy. 136 pounds, and I usually fought guys a lot bigger than me. When I fought anyone my size or a bit larger, I usually won.
Or someone pissed me off. I've got a lot of stories. And some not very good ones. Some people really got hurt bad. Not by me, but the kind of people I was around were... well, scary.
The reason I fought most of the time was just when some guy made me angry. Said something insulting or questioned how tough I was. Since I'm a smaller guy, I felt like I had that much more to prove. "Just because I'm smaller, doesn't mean I'm not twice as hard as you." Basically. A lot of skinny guys are viscous.
Then, the group of friends I had would get in fights with other groups of kids.
Last time I fought it was because some guy was mocking me about some self-harm scars, calling me emo. When I was 21. So, I called him out. "And if you're not going to fight an emo, what does that make you? Scared of an emo?" So, I told him to come to a park near my house, but he wouldn't. Said no weapons, so I drove to his apartment and pounded on the door, hard. 3rd story. He opened the door and had a bat. He swung the bat down, and I caught his arms. We wrestled around and throwing haphazard punches.
He was like twice my size. I got him on the ground in a choke hold, but then he just lifted me up. Damn near threw me over the side of the railing. His girlfriend, my coworker, grabbed me so I wouldn't fall 3 stories and probably die. I got down, punched him in the cheek, then he threw me against the wall. I fell down on my stomach. He got on top of me and started punching the back of my head. That's a really bad place to be punched: it can paralyze or kill you; so I just covered up and waited for an opportunity to get out. I managed to duck under his legs and stand up again. Then we stared each other down. I was ready to go hard. Then he invited me inside. Then we drank some vodka and played Halo 3. :D True story. I would have been friends with him afterwards, but it was a bitch move coming at me with a baseball bat when we said no weapons.
Though, these days, since I'm an adult, I'm afraid of going to jail; so, I try to avoid fighting. Even though I'd much prefer to punch someone in the jaw or them punch me, instead of have this passive-aggressive bullshit. People still fight. They just do it with words and rumors.0
Most Helpful Girl
Yeah, I have. I actually fought today. I admit it was in training, though. My shoulder is slowly turning green, my neck is black and blue, my wrists are cut, and my knuckles are bleeding.
Next Friday we'll do it again lol
Today was PPCT/Handcuff training. We were fighting each other and taking each other down while cuffed :)
I've fought officially in the past (elementary school) and I'll fight in the future, too (job requirement).0