So I stopped at the store on the way home tonight, and I'm finishing up my conversation with my wife before I run in, and as we sit there, this pathetic attempt at a human being comes walking up, sees my wife, and stares at us. We continue talking, b/c there are a lot of wackos around here, so I generally don't think much of it. He continues walking around the front of the car, staring. He looks wacked out on something. I would think heroin, based on the idiotic facial posture, but he wasn't really slouching.
I open the window and say, "Are you feeling all right? You're staring."
Him: What? (with angry stare)
Me: Are you feeling all right? You're staring, and you look like ****.
Him: Do I know you?
Me: Definitely not. That is why I'm wondering why you're staring.
Him: What?
"What" was all he could say for the remainder of the exchange. He was not very bright. **** like this pisses me off. He was attempting a middle school level confrontation for absolutely no reason. When I was in my late teens until around twenty, I would have flipped out and gone ape ****.
As I grew mentally, I clearly saw that the cons exponentially outweigh the pros in these situations. I would laugh off an idiot like this and go on about my day. But this is where it gets interesting.
I said f#%^ the store, and drove away from the what-saying simpleton. I would not only lose my job, but I would probably have to leave the field of education if the incident escalated (background checks). Strange thing is,
I was literally shaking with rage. My mind is filled with violent images (American History X style head stomping), to the point where I can't sleep. This has happened before, a few months ago, when two guys were about to fight right next to me and my wife. I bounced them from the bar to get them away from my wife, and this is where the interesting observation comes into play.
I think the reason that I am subject to these violent surges when there is a potential confrontation is out of an instinctual duty to protect my wife. She is very petite, and if someone ever hurt her I would have a hard time not killing him. I have no problem blowing off some jackass, and I don't fear for my own safety. But when my wife is in the picture, I feel all the old rage come storming in and dominating.
Sorry for the rant. I think it is my first, and hopefully the last. I like being a peaceful guy. It is far better than worrying about retribution and legal consequences.
BTW, my jaw hurts from clenching it for hours.
I really need to get to bed...
I open the window and say, "Are you feeling all right? You're staring."
Him: What? (with angry stare)
Me: Are you feeling all right? You're staring, and you look like ****.
Him: Do I know you?
Me: Definitely not. That is why I'm wondering why you're staring.
Him: What?
"What" was all he could say for the remainder of the exchange. He was not very bright. **** like this pisses me off. He was attempting a middle school level confrontation for absolutely no reason. When I was in my late teens until around twenty, I would have flipped out and gone ape ****.
As I grew mentally, I clearly saw that the cons exponentially outweigh the pros in these situations. I would laugh off an idiot like this and go on about my day. But this is where it gets interesting.
I said f#%^ the store, and drove away from the what-saying simpleton. I would not only lose my job, but I would probably have to leave the field of education if the incident escalated (background checks). Strange thing is,
I was literally shaking with rage. My mind is filled with violent images (American History X style head stomping), to the point where I can't sleep. This has happened before, a few months ago, when two guys were about to fight right next to me and my wife. I bounced them from the bar to get them away from my wife, and this is where the interesting observation comes into play.
I think the reason that I am subject to these violent surges when there is a potential confrontation is out of an instinctual duty to protect my wife. She is very petite, and if someone ever hurt her I would have a hard time not killing him. I have no problem blowing off some jackass, and I don't fear for my own safety. But when my wife is in the picture, I feel all the old rage come storming in and dominating.
Sorry for the rant. I think it is my first, and hopefully the last. I like being a peaceful guy. It is far better than worrying about retribution and legal consequences.
BTW, my jaw hurts from clenching it for hours.
I really need to get to bed...