So, me and a friend are chillin' in fighting class. We're shootin' the shit. Talking about comics, movies, and tv. You know, nerd stuff. I'm in college and this kid is in middle school (Remember this). While we're talking, waiting for our turn to run a drill, a kid walks up to me and says "What is this ****** talking to you about?" I look at my friend like "Yo, you know this kid?" He says "Yeah he's in my school. He thinks he's cool." I go okay and brush it off as two friends messing with each other. Later on in the class he comes up to us again and says to me "You shouldn't be talking with him he's super gay. He's trying to touch your dick." The way he said it eluded to the fact that this wasn't friendly banter. When I turned to my friend he had a somber face. A pitiful and bleak aura befell him and I felt it. He had the look of someone who had been verbally tormented daily. And at my recognition of this I went livid. A lot can happen in a second and a lot did happen. I thought of all the things I could do to this kid, kick him in his stomach, punch him in his throat, choke the shit out of him, or simply knock his ass out. In a sea of possibilities I emerged with two. The first, grab the kid, pin him up against the wall, put my mouth next to his ear and say "if you ever say some shit like that again I'll stomp your face in." The second, do exactly the same as the first but don't put my hands on him. There were people around so I chose number two and I even toned it down a bit for the kid. I pointed at him, and tilted my body towards him with my shoulders squared. Like David and Goliath we stood there, with me looking down on David. My eyebrows were so furrowed from the angry face I was making that they looked like an upside-down V. I tilted my head 20 degrees to the side and looked him square in the eye and whispered "Yo. Chill with that." He paused for what seemed like an eternity. My guess was that he was trying to figure out what my words meant. I admit my vernacular could have been better, but I know for a fact that he felt the aura I was putting off. Cause he slowly shook his head and silently uttered "Okay."
Now I never ask escapists whether or not what I do is right or wrong because I believe that in 99% of cases, I'm right. But I am interested in how many of you would have handled that situation.
Would you have chose option 1, 2, or perhaps a different option?
Now I never ask escapists whether or not what I do is right or wrong because I believe that in 99% of cases, I'm right. But I am interested in how many of you would have handled that situation.
Would you have chose option 1, 2, or perhaps a different option?
