Don’t take shit from anybody. That’s a good motto. Just be prepared to smash the occasional head.
There are two options when someone challenges your space, beliefs, freedoms; look down meekly and hope they’ll avert their attention or have them step up to the plate. Most people don’t want to get physical. Most people will back down before blows can be exchanged. Most people are only tough when their friends get involved. Like anything in life, it’s best to choose your battles. But sometimes, adrenaline kicks in and takes over.
Fighting is an exhilarating venture. It makes us feel good. Endorphins are released into the blood stream and the body discovers a new found sense of invincibility. Higher levels of mental acuity are also reached, aiding in the ensuing battle.
As long as there has been life on earth, there has been fighting. There probably always will be. People aren’t compassionate enough or wise enough to stop, especially in the face of nuclear annihilation.
Though we’ve done a lot of evolving over the years, we’ve brought a lot of negative traits along that we once needed but no longer require for survival. We have not been able to keep up with our cultural ideals and developments. These traits have not gone away and may never.
In nature, there is always some regulatory element that keeps a species in check. But for humans, all are gone. The only hope is in regulating ourselves.
If a wrongdoer gets away with doing wrong too easily, they’ll continue ruining people’s lives. Instead, they need to be taught to respect a just, discipline-giving authority so that the next time, they’ll reconsider incorrect behavior.
Fighting is sometimes the only answer. The argument that humans should no longer fight because they live in a civilization is unbuyable; civilization is responsible for the most disgusting atrocities known to and against man. How can one act morally right in a world utterly devoid of morals?
There are two types of people: those who dish it out and those who get dished. It’s all right to get dished if you’re standing up to a disher but not all right if you just allow dishing to be done. There’s no reason to be somebody else’s main course. And there’s no honor in thinking you’re the better man. Show, don’t tell. That’s how I do it. Just don’t bring a knife to a gunfight.