Literal Odds and Ends

[TheReal_ND]

[SuburbanFarmer]

I'm still irritated at that guy. I feel like there hasn't been any resolution. If we had fought, whether I won or not, at least there would've been a decisive outcome. I guess I'm looking for closure?

I still relive old confrontations when I'm lying in bed sometimes.

Your story reminded me of a time that I was driving over to my dads house. He lived in a gigantic Floridian development, complete with golf course and unnecessarily winding roads.

This SUV was doing about 10moh, so I went around him at a decent clip and went to dads house, never thinking about it. When I got out of the car, this fat 50 year old was yelling in my face 'what the hell are you doing' etc.

I had my shades on, and a cigarette, so I just stood there and stared his red face down for a few minutes until he stormed back to his car.

Now, when I think about it, I could have asked him what the hell he was doing in my dads driveway, when I made a perfectly legal pass on the left under 30 mph in a residential zone.

Or just stabbed him in the face with my cigarette.

[Speaker to Animals]

What kind of Floridian are you? Fucking embarrassment. SYG.

[TheReal_ND]

You didn't even throw a gator at him?

[Xenophon]

I'm still irritated at that guy. I feel like there hasn't been any resolution. If we had fought, whether I won or not, at least there would've been a decisive outcome. I guess I'm looking for closure?

I still relive old confrontations when I'm lying in bed sometimes.

Your story reminded me of a time that I was driving over to my dads house. He lived in a gigantic Floridian development, complete with golf course and unnecessarily winding roads.

This SUV was doing about 10moh, so I went around him at a decent clip and went to dads house, never thinking about it. When I got out of the car, this fat 50 year old was yelling in my face 'what the hell are you doing' etc.

I had my shades on, and a cigarette, so I just stood there and stared his red face down for a few minutes until he stormed back to his car.

Now, when I think about it, I could have asked him what the hell he was doing in my dads driveway, when I made a perfectly legal pass on the left under 30 mph in a residential zone.

Or just stabbed him in the face with my cigarette.

Same here. I've been replaying it in my mind, wondering what I even told the guy. My body had defaulted to fight or flight, so all I remember is my heart pounding, preparing in advance a physical counterattack while telling him off so I wouldn't back down from his threats. I didn't even know this guy, so it made that feeling more visceral than it is if I get into an altercation with someone who is familiar with me.

It's funny the things you forget after the fact. Any fight I've been in is always a blur in retrospect.

[Speaker to Animals]

You didn't even throw a gator at him?

True Floridians reserve that only for when the girl in the Taco Bell drive-through cops an attitude.

[Xenophon]

You didn't even throw a gator at him?

True Floridians reserve that only for when the girl in the Taco Bell drive-through cops an attitude.

What do you mean you're out of meat? *snap*

[Speaker to Animals]

You didn't even throw a gator at him?

True Floridians reserve that only for when the girl in the Taco Bell drive-through cops an attitude.

What do you mean you're out of meat? *snap*

Oh, you thought I was joking?

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[TheReal_ND]

[SuburbanFarmer]

I'm still irritated at that guy. I feel like there hasn't been any resolution. If we had fought, whether I won or not, at least there would've been a decisive outcome. I guess I'm looking for closure?

I still relive old confrontations when I'm lying in bed sometimes.

Your story reminded me of a time that I was driving over to my dads house. He lived in a gigantic Floridian development, complete with golf course and unnecessarily winding roads.

This SUV was doing about 10moh, so I went around him at a decent clip and went to dads house, never thinking about it. When I got out of the car, this fat 50 year old was yelling in my face 'what the hell are you doing' etc.

I had my shades on, and a cigarette, so I just stood there and stared his red face down for a few minutes until he stormed back to his car.

Now, when I think about it, I could have asked him what the hell he was doing in my dads driveway, when I made a perfectly legal pass on the left under 30 mph in a residential zone.

Or just stabbed him in the face with my cigarette.

Same here. I've been replaying it in my mind, wondering what I even told the guy. My body had defaulted to fight or flight, so all I remember is my heart pounding, preparing in advance a physical counterattack while telling him off so I wouldn't back down from his threats. I didn't even know this guy, so it made that feeling more visceral than it is if I get into an altercation with someone who is familiar with me.

It's funny the things you forget after the fact. Any fight I've been in is always a blur in retrospect.

I don't recall much of anything from my first big fistfight, other than a very sweet smacking sound when I hammer-fisted the guy's jaw. Somehow, I had thrown myself forward, swinging too far, and he got into an angle behind my arm. I wheeled it back and broke his face with a backhand.

Other than that, I just remember snapping back to calm when a teacher touched me, and walking to the principal's office.