Aggression

I found myself in a debate the other night in regards to aggression. I won't say with whom, because I fear I may actually get my ass kicked for it....or not. I'd probably just get a piercing glare!

I was involved in a situation recently at the Sunset Strip Music Festival, where while walking back to the car some drunk guy belligerently ran by me and my best friend and yelled out some profanity followed by "BITCH!". Before I go on, I want to preface by saying that I've never denied having a short temper. My fuse is long, but once its burned out, the explosion is big and I find myself looking for cover from what's about to happen. My buttons can be pushed for hours before I actually go off on someone... It's also not a hidden fact that I dislike big crowds and drunk people. So I bring forth the story once more: long day of rowdy drunk crowds put together with long lines for WATER, throw in the idiot that decides to smear the icing on the cake by yelling out something disrespectful...

Usually, someone like this gets zero attention. On a bad day may get a glare....this night, I stopped in my tracks, turned around and yelled back "what the fuck did you just say?...better yet, why not come back and say it to my face, unless you're a scared little pussy" to which he responded with more drunken slur and ran off like the little bitch that he was. I thank the gods that made me tired enough that night to not sprint over to him, kick him square in his balls and walk away without saying a word.

The disagreement I had with my friend upset me more than the actual situation. She explained to me that this was a violent response that I had and that people should chill out more. The guy was drunk and didn't know what he was doing. I completely disagree. I am the least violent person you'll meet. I have been in a single fight in my life...where I punched a girl out after being harassed on a basketball court for nearly 3 quarters...again...fuse had burned out by that time.

I find it funny that when a girl stands up for herself (or for both of us in this situation) its taken as violence. If a guy rubs up on me at a club and grabs my ass, I certainly either expect the man I'm with to at least confront the dude, or if I'm with my girls, one of them to stand up for me....because if I step in, there won't be talking, there will be punching. I have zero tolerance for people being disrespectful and getting away with it. Its when people laugh it off or chuck it off to them being drunk that perpetuates the problem. Then they end up running into someone like me and have a limp for a week because their scrotum is now an ovary.

I will never resort to violence before thinking it through and making sure that is my one and only option...although driving in Los Angeles, the road rage does get to the best of me at times where I lose my sense of reality...that I am indeed a 5'3" GIRL that probably couldn't take on a 6'3" dude. It doesn't stop me from puffing out my chest and going balls to the wall without fear. Also not a smart thing.

I like to think of myself as one of those tiny annoying chihuahuas that make a giant mess with their barking and nipping at the ankles. Nobody seems to mess with them....although I'm sure everyone shares the sentiment of wanting to punt them as far as you can.

Maybe I should stop barking if I don't want to get punted.

Anger? maybe....violence? not so much.