Some rude guy accosted me last night. Wendy’s being a public place, I was taken aback by his rudeness, and wasn’t able to react, much less retort to his rudeness. I mean this guy was really looking for a fight! He didn’t even mind that he’s with his girlfriend, and still he’s looking for a fight.
I could have (and probably should have) said a lot of things about him, but something just held me back. I still think it a blessing that my tongue automatically shuts down when I am put at an awkward situation, but I still feel that I should have done something to put him in his place… Probably with my foot pressing down on his windpipe.
I can take him. I know I could’ve. It doesn’t matter that he’s bigger than me. I know I am more agile, and that most of his bulk is fat and not muscle.
But I know I did the right thing not giving in to his aggression. It’s just this passive-aggressive behavior of mine kicking me in the shins for not doing something to lift my spirits up.
published in friendster blog December 11th, 2007