Does playing hockey count? If so, pretty much weekly. Attempts to seriously injure are few and far between, but minor shoves, punches, and other things that could bruise/bloody another person in a minor way are common.
If sports don’t count, probably college (6 years ago).
In Middle School a friend and I got into an argument, he punched me in the head and SOMETHING about that sets me off. Seriously, it sounds like a “no shit” statement, but when I get punched (especially slapped) in the head, I go PRIMAL. I remember reacting, walking away, and the principal’s office. Turns out I punched him a few times, grabbed his head and rammed it into the wall. He was fine a few hours later. I’d say this doesn’t count - I didn’t want him hurt I just reacted. Still friends.
In highschool I was on the wrestling team. An acquintance thought it would be funny to keep sneaking up on me and slapping my face in gym just as the teachers were coming so I couldn’t react. One day he miscalculated and the teachers weren’t there. I punched him in the chest and brushed it off, continued a conversation I was having. A minute later he attempted to kick me in the crotch but hit my belt instead. Wrestling training took over and I headlock-threw him into a wall. Then I pretended to punch his face to get the message across - I don’t want to fight, but I will make your face look like a pile of spaghetti. Everyone thought it was a staged fight and I never got in trouble.
Later that year I was getting on the bus to go home and the kid down the street I didn’t get along with, and his friend, hopped on. The driver was inside using the bathroom. The friend held my arms, the other worked me over. The driver knew me well enough and liked me, so I knew I could get away with SOMETHING. So when I went to get off the bus I casually hauled back and broke his nose, got off without comment.
I think it is important that someone should be able to fight. When I was young I romanticized violence. As I got older I understood better that I just wanted to be a hero in a situation and in most cases that meant NOT fighting. I don’t want anyone to be in pain, not truly.
I love it when people open the door of violence & then get all surprised at what walks in. Bawahahahaha
Dang, I answered never but then I just remembered I once punched my best friend in the head.
It’s been at least 20 years ago. I was working in a movie theater, so most of my coworkers were teens. One guy thought it was hilarious to pick girls up and hold them in the air and watch them get frustrated. He used to make one girl cry on a regular basis. He did that to me ONCE, I told him not to do it to me. His reaction was something along the lines of he’s just having a bit of fun, and I wasn’t being a good sport. The second time he did it to me, I got physically violent with him. He quit doing it. In fact, he quit doing it to all the girls.
I was lucky. He was too stupid to call the cops, and he knew if he’d told the manager that I’d hit him, that the manager would just mock him, and the manager had already told him not to do this. If this idjit had called the cops, he probably could have made a case for battery. I’d have pleaded self-defense, and I THINK that I’d have made my case, but I’m glad that I never had to deal with that.
Thank you for asking tdn but we’ll make it. We always have.
Two of my buddies and I went to see Van Halen last May.
Unfortunately, we ended up seated directly behind a group of about 10 jackass 18-20 year olds. They were drinking pretty heavily, as were the guys beside me and a couple more behind us.When the show started, everyone was on their feet but after a few songs everyone sat down …except the drunk jackasses who were at the front of the section. There were a couple of polite requests to sit down or move over but instead of compromising these jackasses formed a wall shoulder to shoulder, so they would deliberately block everyone’s view behind them.
My buddies and I were kinda meh…about the whole thing, it’s a rock concert. Besides, our view was only partially obstructed but the people behind us and especially the drunk guy sitting beside me were livid. Of course, as the beer flowed there was alot of swearing, middle fingers, etc…
Then David Lee Roth announced a “new” song, so I decided to run to the washroom and as I got up I noticed a whole section of empty seats across the aisle from us. I suggested, we move over there when I got back.
On my way, I ran into a security guard and warned her about the situation. She brushed me off and stated that they do not have a policy for people sitting/standing during a concert. I told her I agreed with that but I warned her again that things were headed to a boiling point.
Just as I got back to our aisle all hell breaks loose. The drunk guy who was seated beside me had also spotted the empty seats and was moving there when he leaned over to get the last word in. Of course, this was answered by a flurry of fists from the jackasses knocking him into my friend’s lap. As my two buddies got up to separate the fight, the jackasses mistook it as them joining the fight.
Now, both of my buddies are not small men but they are not fighters and have never been in a fight in their lives, I can’t say that myself. I’ll never forget the look of relief on their faces when they spotted me coming down the aisle. I pushed the first two guys back down into their aisle then managed to knock their biggest friend backwards but he grabbed onto my shirt as he was going down. Meanwhile, one of his friends standing on the lower tier, was trying to punch me in the nuts but I was able to grab him by the hair and pin his neck between two seats with my foot.
At this point security arrived to help me out and broke all the other scuffles up. The jackasses that had hung around were escorted out and the others fled.
I was pretty angry so I yelled at the security guard that I had warned her that this might happen. Her supervisor was there and he apologized profusely and said he would make it up to us.
Long story short …he moved us to new seats! Front row beside EDDIE!
Since then the running joke has the best way to get front row seats is the get in a fight preferably before the show starts!
I’m 52, and probably haven’t been in a fight since I was in 5th grade or so. At least 40 years.
5th grade. A little snotbag on the school bus kept bullying me so one day I just turned around and socked her right in the chops. It felt soooooo good (to me, anyway :D)
Had a family member assault me a couple of years back for “typing too loud” while in the family’s vacation home late at night. Fought back. Escaped with a chunk of hair missing and a black eye. The said family member is no longer invited on family outings.
Not since I retired.
I slugged my dad once with a freezer door I ripped out of the refridgerator.
I’m not proud of that, but I will say he deserved it.
*note to self - don’t upset Two Many Cats.
**note to self - Two Many Cats possibly Truckzilla in real life.
Maybe about 4-5 years ago.
Long story short, I was in a hotel bar while traveling for work. Some idiot kept getting in my face because I inadvertantly entered his circle of friends while trying to get a drink at the bar. By the time I got my drink and change back, I had enough and just shoved him across the bar (without spilling my drink). He didn’t say shit after that.
Well, that will teach you not to rape people!
Gah. I put more than ten years ago but have just realised that being forcefully raped probably counts as a violent altercation so 1 year ago. I’m starting to think that the fact It wasn’t the first thing in my head is a good thing though.
I just snorted tea up my nose.
I have never been physically violent towards anyone, but working with children with behavioral problems, someone is physically violent towards me usually on a daily basis. We are required to undergo yearly retraining to learn how to handle violent people without hurting them or ourselves.
I’ve only been in a few serious fights. The serious ones were very serious, though, as in the other guy had a weapon in a couple of cases. The last of those was nearly 20 years ago. Have I mentioned lately that the central valley in California is a really shitty place to live?
The last altercation I had (about 5 years ago) was really minor by those standards. My niece was about 2 years old, toddling through the station in Shinjuku. Her father and I were flanking her, making sure she didn’t get trampled. My wife and sister in law were trailing us a bit.
Some idiot was walking with a couple of friends and wasn’t paying any attention to where he was going. He was coming from my side, walking straight on the same path where my niece would be if I stepped out of his way. He still didn’t pay any attention until he shoulder-checked me. I’m a moderately big guy by Japanese standards so even though he was just a bit shorter than me I outweighed him, and I’ve done martial arts for so long that balance adjustments are automatic. The net result is that he caromed off me and stumbled.
He finally started paying attention to what was around him, realized that I was a foreigner (so is my brother in law) and said, “Fakku yuu.” Then he tried to shove me. I redirected that, knocking him off balance again — deliberately away from the group so Shithead wouldn’t stumble over my niece — and said in Japanese, “Be careful! There’s a baby here.” (気をつけて！赤ちゃんがいるよ。)
That didn’t make him apologize, which by Japanese standards makes him a raging Goatse-sized asshole. He even made it worse by yelling a couple more confrontational phrases. I just stood my ground and gave him a flat stare until he went away.
Considering his behavior and reactions, he might have started a fight if I wasn’t relatively intimidating. The presence of two Japanese women probably helped defuse the situation too.
On the other hand, he might not have been so confrontational in the first place if I was Japanese. The stereotype of foreigners is that they’re violent, and the cops usually take the Japanese person’s side. My brother in law, who is originally from Ecquador, has had problems with being questioned by police for no particular reason; Japan’s version of “driving while black”.
Royal prick, but nothing much happened. That was, I think, the most recent physically violent confrontation.
I cert’anly was in the right…