Funny Story - One night in college I was really really drunk and got up in the middle of the night to go the the bathroom. I walked down a crowded dormitory hallway buck naked and took a wrong turn into the bathroom and started peeing on this guys bed. Needless to say he punched me in the face. Fortunately, I don’t accually remember the actions, I heard about deeds from my next door neighbor.
As for what would would make me punch someone in the face, not much. They would have to go directly after me and try to hurt me physically. If they went after my family or someonethat was innocent I wouldn’t go after their face but they would wish I had.
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If you said anything to hurt someone I loved or cared about deeply. (family / friends / the kids at church)
If you interfered with me sexually without explicit prior permission.
If a child or pet was injured or killed at your hands.
If you did something to harm me maliciously.
If you expressed intolerant views (racism, bigotry, etc.) toward anyone I loved or cared about deeply.
And given the events of this New Year’s Day… if you refer to me as an old (er) lady, I will punch you in the face. (I’m only 26, and if a 19-year-old does this… he / she will get clocked so fast, they’ll wonder what happened)
Saying something particularly insulting to, or hurting/trying to hurt a friend. Girlfriend especially, of course. I suppose I’d hit someone for saying the wrong thing to me, but aside from run-of-the-mill scuffling with the younger bro in days gone by, I’ve never hit anyone. Actually, I never threw a punch at him either. I’m probably overestimating my own strength, but it takes a lot to piss me off, so who knows.
Taking a swing at me would probably be a good start.
Attacking my wife or anyone else in my family (physically. I’m not going to punch someone just over words. I may, however, try to egg them into throwing that first punch at me)
Probably a few other things as well, but those are the basic situations.
Several years ago, I’d had a rough day at work. I took Light Rapid Transit home (“SkyTrain” ick.) As I was riding the the escalator up to the train platform, there was a drunken idiot screaming down at a friend who was apparently getting tickets. “Hurry up! The train’s coming!!” (They come every couple of minutes.) He’s screaming the whole time I ride the thing up, and doesn’t let up when I get to the top. He’s blocking the way, and I have to edge around him as he’s screaming a few inches from my face.
If I hadn’t had a lousy, stressful day, I probably would have been able to keep the impassive mask up, but I let my annoyance show in my face, which got the guy’s attention. As I stepped past him, he grabbed my shoulder, and said “Hey, what—” at which point I turned around and connected solidly with his jaw. I’m not a big guy, and I think that his drunkenness had a lot to do with his sorry ass falling partway down the escalator. He turned around and was on one knee, reaching for the handrail to pull himself up, when I kicked him. In the face. With my steel-toed workboot.
There was a lot of blood, and ducked into the train, getting off at the next stop and taking another way home, sure that I could expect to be arrested if I stayed on it.
I’m not a fighter, and I find pointless violence sickening and disgusting.
The guy was a waste of space, but I know that my state-of-mind going into the situation had a lot to do with the way it played out. I think I broke his jaw, or at least some teeth. It was horrible and I’ll never get the image of it out of my head.
That’s a bit of an overeaction isn’t it?
With the size of my fist it would be pointless trying to punch anybody as it’d make little impact. I like to think that I’d never do something like that though even if I could. If someone did something horribly violent to me or somone I love, it just wouldn’t make sense to react with more violence.
Out of a ring: impending physical violence towards myself, a loved one, or an innocent/helpless third party that could not be talked down, or walked or run away from. Violence is a last resort, no other option circumstance.
Insulting my freinds or threatening them bodily harm
Being racist and meaning it
calling me a “muslim whore”, or some other variant of that
picking on people smaller then them
Being assholes
Stealing my books.
Oh, and if I have pms, well,… the list is neverending.
When I’m doing my silly angry act I talk about popping someone in the nose or strangling some deserving idiot, but in real life, physical violence rarely occurs to me. People have said and done some pretty obnoxious things in my presence, and I never even thought of hitting them until someone, after the fact, said, “Boy, I woulda . . .” And then I think, “Heh, yeah, that would have served 'em right.” It’s not like I’m anti-violence or something, it’s just not part of my natural set of reactions.
So I don’t think I could be provoked to hit someone in the face unless I or someone I cared about was physically threatened.
IANA-Violent person by any measure. However, the weekend I proposed to my soon-to-be wife, we had just got engaged in Sedona, Arizona, and were celebrating in Phoenix where we were staying. We were at a bar in Tempe, AZ called Bandersnatch. I was drinking a fat tire, talking to my fiance. I went to the bathroom and upon returning a guy was hitting on my wife. He was trashed beyond recognition (which in hindsight probably saved him) he told me to get lost when I came back. :eek: Huh!!! No, No You didn’t just say get lost to ME right??
Then out of no where said idiot grabbed my fiance around the waist and started … uh… dancing, sort of. It all happened in about a 9 second interval.
I grabbed his arm, he swung around and looked at me and said “Fuck you!” staggered a little and then he looked like he wanted to hit me. So, I popped him in the face, and he conveniently was flattened on the nasty concrete floor. I was amazed at how much my hand hurt, and how mad my fiance was that I stooped so low to hit another human being.
Well, he didn’t get up and the bartender said, “Bout time someone did that to that ass hole”
It was then I knew the cops were not being called, and I could walk across the street to a more sensible place (House of Tricks) and finish our night out celebrating.
Two golden rules of drunk flirting:
1)Never touch a woman uncsolicited - especially when she’s just been engaged.
2)Never prepare to fight a guy whose 6’ 2" 220lbs, and whom you just violated his fiance… at a bar, in arizona, at 11 pm on a friday…
I’m not violent, really. Too much of a wuss. The last time I punched someone in the fact, I was eight. I was at a summer camp-type-thing, and in the queue to have a go on a trampoline. I love trampolines, I’d been waiting for half an hour in the hot sun, and just when I reached the front of the queue, a boy pushed in front of me. Obviously, I told him I was there first. He said, and I quote, “You’re a girl. I’m a boy, I get to go first.”
In his defence, he was eight. In my defence, so was I. I punched him in the face. Regrettably, I also screeched a bit, kneed him in the groin and bit his arm.
I got away with it, though. He couldn’t face telling anyone he got beat up by a girl!
