Considering the amount that I ramble, no one ever has to apologize for a long comment in my journal! I should make that a rule somewhere....
But yeah. My dad told me similar stuff, as far as not starting fights, but being sure to finish them. He also did realize that sometimes you don't have a choice. He's a truck driver, worked physically his whole life, and when he was around twenty, he was waiting for someone in his car, and some guys came by and dragged him out of the car by his hair, through the window, and beat the shit out of him. Why? One of their friends had passed out in an alley, someone had pissed on him, and they decided, for whatever reason, that my dad was the one who'd done it. Big, strong guy, worked on a farm, got his ass well and truly kicked. No one can prepare for the element of surprise combined with someone deciding to be violent.
And do you know the other thing that isn't being taken into consideration with this personal responsibility nonsense? It's the part that comes afterward--after you take personal responsibility. The part where even if it goes WELL, you usually get laughed at, mocked, made to feel like a bitch for saying anything because GOD, I was just kidding around, what's wrong with you, blah blah blah. In the post before this one, I talk about an incident I had with a guy in university. I saw him two years afterward, and he mocked me. And you know what? That sucks.
I've been lucky too, so far. But I also work at a hotel that caters to groups, and sports teams. So yeah, that's always fun. A bunch of hockey players, all excited they just won a game/pissed off that they lost. Gonna be a fun winter.
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Date: 2010-05-13 05:18 pm (UTC)But yeah. My dad told me similar stuff, as far as not starting fights, but being sure to finish them. He also did realize that sometimes you don't have a choice. He's a truck driver, worked physically his whole life, and when he was around twenty, he was waiting for someone in his car, and some guys came by and dragged him out of the car by his hair, through the window, and beat the shit out of him. Why? One of their friends had passed out in an alley, someone had pissed on him, and they decided, for whatever reason, that my dad was the one who'd done it. Big, strong guy, worked on a farm, got his ass well and truly kicked. No one can prepare for the element of surprise combined with someone deciding to be violent.
And do you know the other thing that isn't being taken into consideration with this personal responsibility nonsense? It's the part that comes afterward--after you take personal responsibility. The part where even if it goes WELL, you usually get laughed at, mocked, made to feel like a bitch for saying anything because GOD, I was just kidding around, what's wrong with you, blah blah blah. In the post before this one, I talk about an incident I had with a guy in university. I saw him two years afterward, and he mocked me. And you know what? That sucks.
I've been lucky too, so far. But I also work at a hotel that caters to groups, and sports teams. So yeah, that's always fun. A bunch of hockey players, all excited they just won a game/pissed off that they lost. Gonna be a fun winter.
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