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Dec. 26th, 2013 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skygiantsFor the 27th, vivien asked me to write about a time I resorted to fisticuffs or name-calling!
I am sure there are a bunch of incidents in my childhood with my brother that involved name-calling -- although probably not fisticuffs, because odds are if I tried to punch anybody I would end up punching myself in the face by accident and then fall over -- but I can't remember any of them specifically, and other than that I am usually way too bad at confrontations to ever pull off this kind of thing.
The closest incident I can think of happened when I was in middle school. Here's how I remember it: I was standing in line at the cafeteria, and I looked behind me and saw a guy in my class say something really asshole-tastic to one of my other classmates. (I have no memory of what he actually said . . . or, actually, who he was. Or who the other person was, for that matter.)
I didn't know either person involved at all well. Also, I am not a particularly brave person! And this was especially the case in middle school. But I knew you were supposed to intervene and stand up for people being bullied, because BYSTANDERISM IS WRONG (thank you, Hebrew school), and I felt like I should do something, so as the instigator came up past the counter, I stuck out my foot and tripped him up. AW YEAH! Great . . . blow for justice . . .
I don't remember what happened after that, but I know I didn't actually claim the deed, so I assume everyone just kind of figured it was an accident when the guy fell over. If this were a better story, it would have been the start of me using my reputation for oblivious clumsiness as a cover to fight corruption in the schoolyard, a la the Scarlet Pimpernel. But this is sadly not that good of a story. Free to a good taker, though!
vivien asked me to write about a time I resorted to fisticuffs or name-calling!I am sure there are a bunch of incidents in my childhood with my brother that involved name-calling -- although probably not fisticuffs, because odds are if I tried to punch anybody I would end up punching myself in the face by accident and then fall over -- but I can't remember any of them specifically, and other than that I am usually way too bad at confrontations to ever pull off this kind of thing.
The closest incident I can think of happened when I was in middle school. Here's how I remember it: I was standing in line at the cafeteria, and I looked behind me and saw a guy in my class say something really asshole-tastic to one of my other classmates. (I have no memory of what he actually said . . . or, actually, who he was. Or who the other person was, for that matter.)
I didn't know either person involved at all well. Also, I am not a particularly brave person! And this was especially the case in middle school. But I knew you were supposed to intervene and stand up for people being bullied, because BYSTANDERISM IS WRONG (thank you, Hebrew school), and I felt like I should do something, so as the instigator came up past the counter, I stuck out my foot and tripped him up. AW YEAH! Great . . . blow for justice . . .
I don't remember what happened after that, but I know I didn't actually claim the deed, so I assume everyone just kind of figured it was an accident when the guy fell over. If this were a better story, it would have been the start of me using my reputation for oblivious clumsiness as a cover to fight corruption in the schoolyard, a la the Scarlet Pimpernel. But this is sadly not that good of a story. Free to a good taker, though!
