Friends you’ve fought with.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

How many here have have fought with a male (friend or foe) only to be closer to them as a result?  This includes heated arguments to actual fist-fights. would love to hear your tales. I have one I will share soon.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[RennieParticipant]

I know a couple of instances of guys who used do bullyish things, one liked to threaten to attack me and the other used recess time to throw rocks at me, well eventually I had to report their conduct, but after that they actually became friendly. Strangest thing.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

I was 7 years old in  Spiro Oklahoma second grade. I was freckled and  a bit shy average size for my age. A distant cousin who I didn’t really know that well, and his best friend decided I was a good target for some bit of teasing and general bully tactics. Nothing dangerous pushing around and a punch a day kind of thing. After a week a few others decided that if I was that easy to pick on  they would join in. I probably don’t have to tell some of you the internal pressure that was building by the fourth week of this. I became suspicious of anyone and everyone who approached on the school playground. One guy was very tall and one grade  higher, 3rd , 8years old had never been part of my antagonist before, was approaching. I decided he was the one I would stand up to and show the rest, this was the end game, no more was I gonna take it. As  he got closer I did a tackle on him he did not expect and before he realized I had mounted and started whailing fist, as my rage was flowing. He was saying wait and stop but I kept swinging. As fast as I was on  top I was on bottom  he had reversed the situation but didn’t swing back just hopped to his feet leaving me on the ground. he was bleeding from one ear and red in the face but otherwise little damaged. Quickly I got up and ran at him again but being prepared and much stronger he deflected with knees and elbows everything I came with. On four more runs at him the same results. Seeing that he was not being aggressive and just defending, I stopped bruised and out of breath. Later he told me he was coming to put an end to the situation not join in. He said after I got those few lucky punches in at the start, he thought, hell if you wanna do this lets get at it. We both laughed and are friends to this day.

My first two weeks at this  site I picked out John Doe to see if I could rattle him a bit. For no other reason than he invited lively debate and anyone who would do this would be rational, logical and be a tough target to get any emotional response from. I criticized and chased his every post and topic. Just as I was getting under his skin a little I was tired of the chase. He was tough to rile up. Someone wrote in here “If you wrestle with a pig you both get dirty but the pig enjoys it.”  John Doe, I was just being a pig, but we both may have enjoyed it.  peace and respect brother.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[J.D SilvernailParticipant 383]

One time in 8th grade some idiot that I nicknamed “mouseboy” jumped on my back and started beating me. Then I started running and I ran next to a pillar which knocked him off and scraped his ear to the point when it was bleeding everywhere. I didn’t get in any trouble for it ,but he got suspended. I still to this day laugh about it with my old middle school buddies.

I'm married to the game,but she broke her vows.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

The good thing about schoolyard scraps is the inability to cause very much damage.  I can remember countless bloody noses, black eyes and bruises, but no permanent or life threatening injuries.. The worst I saw was a bully kept picking on this younger guy until one day the younger kid stabbed the bully in the arm with a no.2 pencil snapped it off and grabbed another from his pocket and screamed “enough I’ve had it with you!” The bully stood there shocked with a broken pencil in his arm.

Things get a bit more serious when your grown.

this may get old to some, but im gonna keep this in my post, for those who have not heard

The definition of MGTOW .  If some of you have not heard I managed to publish it three times on urban dictionary.com  I up-vote all three once a day,  every day. I noticed 6 down-votes today.. so I have taken to down-voting all the others  1. by blue bastard=down  2. by trooper555=down 3. by mgtow for life=down  4th  5th  6th all copied and pasted from this site=up-vote  Hoping everyone here will spread the word and push our definitions to the top of the page….

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=MGTOW&defid=8156669

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

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