Some of you may be surprised to learn that I have in fact been involved in a fight before. It was back when I was in secondary school, I figure I was maybe 13 or 14 years old. I remember Jessie was there at least. When I was younger I was actually quite violent. I still have that temper to this day but I restrain it a lot better. I can't count the number of people I've held up by the throat. I also once chased a guy across a park in an attempt to catch him and beat the crap out of him. In the end I got the day off school and the police were involved. Because I never actually managed to attack the guy, and he started it by provoking me, I got off without even a warning. Whee. I also mentioned before that I once tried to break a guys arm just to see if I could. He pissed me off and I knelt on his back and pulled his arm behind him. I guess I was really trying to pull out of the socket rather than break it.
But back to the closest thing to a legitimate fight I've actually been in. There was this kid who was about my size (by which I mean outwards. I was big as a kid, and still am) and he tried to pick a fight with me. I could tell he had been bulled himself, and if anything it was like looking at who I could have, and may have, become. He was more popular though because he was a full on bully himself. He picked on those weaker than him to make himself look stronger. He even had a small fan base behind him. All I had was Jessie but really that's all I needed. I'm fairly sure she was there anyway.
So, I don't rise to his provocations, so he decides to just throw a punch. Despite my size, I'm decently agile, plus he was slow as fuck anyway. So it wasn't hard to dodge. I dodged a few punches and he just got madder and madder while the sarcastic smirk I wore got bigger and bigger. I was refusing to fight. I didn't see the point in it and I didn't really have anything to prove. I mentioned his fanbase earlier right? Yes I did. Anyway, he goes back to one of them, and I see her point to her lip. She's telling him to hit me on the lip.
Now, I'm an arrogant ass. I want to just say that. Well, I can be. At the time I was. I had seen a lot of martial arts movies and I got the stupid idea to let him hit me. Just to show off a bit. To say to him "Hey, even if you hit me, you can't actually hurt me." There's one small problem though. Can you guess what it was? Yeah, it bloody hurt. He actually busted my lip too. In the end I actually ran off crying. I'm not sure if it actually hurt all that much, or if it was just the shock. It looks so much easier in the movies.
I would still love to learn how to fight, and will probably take up Tae-Kwon-Do again eventually, or maybe kickboxing. Rather than have the power to hurt, I want more to have the power to protect.
So there you have it, another embarrassing story from my childhood, and probably the only time I was involved in something actually close to a real fight. Outside of sparring in Tae-Kwon-Do class. Which I sucked at. Because I was so used to dodging, and I hated getting hit, I would never block, just dodge. My teacher did not like that all. But he still saw fit to give me a yellow belt. Oh well.