When out one night I made a trip on my own out of the bar, to the ATM down the street. (I'm a guy, 26) There were these 3 thug like fellas of about 17/18 years old, walking from the opposite direction. I didn't notice them until they were quite near so I tried my best to pass through them. As I did, the fella trailing behind gave me a slap on the arm, like as if to say 'know your place'. I wouldn't dare have done that to a stranger on the street when I were his age, so I turned around. I saw a very defiant thug-like expression on his face. He was probably expecting me to, at worst, push him or something.
But instead I landed him a decent punch square in the face... to make a point, He reacted by swinging his arms fast around in circles, in a threatening way. I didn't know whether to laugh, or to feel threatened. It looked sort of like a bluff to make himself look intimidating, as he was most likely quite surprised. At this point in time I could have got out of there, as I don't think his friends had even seen what happened. I might have even had to sort of back down, but 'so what' you'd think. I could have set the pace, and walked away, rather than thinking "Gee, what's going to happen now".
Well I didn't view it that way at the time. Instead I had to fight. I was important for me not to back down, especially seeing as they were younger. Initially it seemed as if the other two were calling him back, as if they were telling him to cop on. A second one of them came back, and I was throwing punches at him now. I knew that the last fella to walk back would be the best fighter. By the time all three of them came in on me, I was over-powered and backed away. I still didn't feel in great danger even though I was outnumbered. I guess I wanted to see what would happen. As they were now sort of separated, I targeted in heavily on one guy. The dominant guy then took charge. We traded some very hard punches, but it seemed as if we blocked one another’s others very well.
Shortly after this all three were around me. They then all stared boxing, and I was completely over-powered. I began backing away. I knew I wouldn't fall down, but just because I didn't fall down, didn't mean that I didn't take a good beating. It was only when the final few punches were thrown that I actually thought "okay that's it, I might have a few bruises on my face tomorrow". I then felt a hand grab me by the arm from behind, and pull me aside. It was the security guard of a fast food joint.
All in all, it was stupid of me. It reminds me of Oscar Wilde said – “whenever a man does something terribly foolish, you can be sure it’s for noble motives”. This made me realise the many foibles in my character, one being how important it was to me not to back down. And perhaps something like this was inevitable. In many ways, it takes a man not to fight. I suppose the moral of the story, is that I could have been the bigger person and just walked around them, seeing as I knew they might have posed trouble. I guess it might be some insecurity on my own part. I’d like to think I’d have more authority, to the extent that they wouldn’t have challenged me. It’s something about, how as you get older you notice a lot of the crime is with the youths. I think I'd rather get my ass kicked by three nerds my own age then by three younger.
What annoys me about this is that, throughout the whole event, I didn't once speak, or try use my authority against them. Once I realised I was going to lose, I could have yelled out "enough", or “hey, you don’t punch someone when their back is turned”. This might have made them feel like they were randomly attacking a defenceless person. It's well known that only the scum of the Earth are the ones that fight on the street. If it were someone that were actually worth competing with, or someone I despised, it'd have been different. But these guys, I had absolutely nothing in common with. You might say that these sort of folk are looking for a fight anyway, but I bet they didn't even know what to make of it.
I guess I've a good few memories of times where throwing a punch might have been effective thing to do, as opposed to wasting my breath exchanging insults. However those memories are now quite old. I can't think of many examples in recent years of where throwing a punch would be the best thing to do. Once you get to a certain age, it just looks immature. But this night I just thought I throw it.
Initially, after that night I thought there's no point in getting the police involved, as I threw the first punch. I did take a few blows to the left side of my head. Although I'd none of the usual symptoms, other than pain, I had a bit of a bad feeling about it. The doc said all was good and it's healed up since. But 12 days later I noticing a light ringing in that ear (last night), and so now I'm beginning to rethink things. It's something I just don't want to deal with right now, but if I'm to go to the police I'd want to act fast. They'd never see that I threw the first punch as the footage outside the fast food store would only show me being attacked. But could they even identify them anyway? Would the police love an excuse to convict these thugs? On the other hand, it would bring up a few other issues that I'd have to address that I'd be quite ashamed of.
I've gained absolutely nothing from this, only a bad memory that'll probably make me less likely to fight should I ever actually need to. If ever the time does come to fight, there probably won't be anywhere near as much danger anyway.
But instead I landed him a decent punch square in the face... to make a point, He reacted by swinging his arms fast around in circles, in a threatening way. I didn't know whether to laugh, or to feel threatened. It looked sort of like a bluff to make himself look intimidating, as he was most likely quite surprised. At this point in time I could have got out of there, as I don't think his friends had even seen what happened. I might have even had to sort of back down, but 'so what' you'd think. I could have set the pace, and walked away, rather than thinking "Gee, what's going to happen now".
Well I didn't view it that way at the time. Instead I had to fight. I was important for me not to back down, especially seeing as they were younger. Initially it seemed as if the other two were calling him back, as if they were telling him to cop on. A second one of them came back, and I was throwing punches at him now. I knew that the last fella to walk back would be the best fighter. By the time all three of them came in on me, I was over-powered and backed away. I still didn't feel in great danger even though I was outnumbered. I guess I wanted to see what would happen. As they were now sort of separated, I targeted in heavily on one guy. The dominant guy then took charge. We traded some very hard punches, but it seemed as if we blocked one another’s others very well.
Shortly after this all three were around me. They then all stared boxing, and I was completely over-powered. I began backing away. I knew I wouldn't fall down, but just because I didn't fall down, didn't mean that I didn't take a good beating. It was only when the final few punches were thrown that I actually thought "okay that's it, I might have a few bruises on my face tomorrow". I then felt a hand grab me by the arm from behind, and pull me aside. It was the security guard of a fast food joint.
All in all, it was stupid of me. It reminds me of Oscar Wilde said – “whenever a man does something terribly foolish, you can be sure it’s for noble motives”. This made me realise the many foibles in my character, one being how important it was to me not to back down. And perhaps something like this was inevitable. In many ways, it takes a man not to fight. I suppose the moral of the story, is that I could have been the bigger person and just walked around them, seeing as I knew they might have posed trouble. I guess it might be some insecurity on my own part. I’d like to think I’d have more authority, to the extent that they wouldn’t have challenged me. It’s something about, how as you get older you notice a lot of the crime is with the youths. I think I'd rather get my ass kicked by three nerds my own age then by three younger.
What annoys me about this is that, throughout the whole event, I didn't once speak, or try use my authority against them. Once I realised I was going to lose, I could have yelled out "enough", or “hey, you don’t punch someone when their back is turned”. This might have made them feel like they were randomly attacking a defenceless person. It's well known that only the scum of the Earth are the ones that fight on the street. If it were someone that were actually worth competing with, or someone I despised, it'd have been different. But these guys, I had absolutely nothing in common with. You might say that these sort of folk are looking for a fight anyway, but I bet they didn't even know what to make of it.
I guess I've a good few memories of times where throwing a punch might have been effective thing to do, as opposed to wasting my breath exchanging insults. However those memories are now quite old. I can't think of many examples in recent years of where throwing a punch would be the best thing to do. Once you get to a certain age, it just looks immature. But this night I just thought I throw it.
Initially, after that night I thought there's no point in getting the police involved, as I threw the first punch. I did take a few blows to the left side of my head. Although I'd none of the usual symptoms, other than pain, I had a bit of a bad feeling about it. The doc said all was good and it's healed up since. But 12 days later I noticing a light ringing in that ear (last night), and so now I'm beginning to rethink things. It's something I just don't want to deal with right now, but if I'm to go to the police I'd want to act fast. They'd never see that I threw the first punch as the footage outside the fast food store would only show me being attacked. But could they even identify them anyway? Would the police love an excuse to convict these thugs? On the other hand, it would bring up a few other issues that I'd have to address that I'd be quite ashamed of.
I've gained absolutely nothing from this, only a bad memory that'll probably make me less likely to fight should I ever actually need to. If ever the time does come to fight, there probably won't be anywhere near as much danger anyway.
