This weekend a guy I know got in my face and threatened to kill me.
The usual Ã¢??IÃ¢??ll kick your ass, come on motherfucker Ã¢?? etc. threats that come with guys running their heads started and then got elevated to Ã¢??IÃ¢??ll knock your ass out and cut your fucking head off while youÃ¢??re out." I kept calm. I kept talking, defused the situation and walked away from it. What he was upset over was a misunderstanding and about thirty minutes later he came to me and half way apologized. I shook his hand and said the matter was over.
IÃ¢??ve been thinking a lot today about the way I reacted. IÃ¢??ve read enough of Musashi and Sun Tzu to realize that the way I handled the situation was the best way. IÃ¢??ve trained in enough martial arts to know what I did was the right thing and I know I probably could have gotten away with minimal damage if he had jumped on me, probably hurt him worse than he hurt me if IÃ¢??d had to.
So why is it replaying through my mind? Why do I doubt what I did? No one that was there has said I was a pussy or wimped out or anything negative. They all said they couldnÃ¢??t believe I didnÃ¢??t tear into him. He now looks like a complete ass in the eyes of a large number of people. Maybe itÃ¢??s a sign that at age 37, IÃ¢??m finally maturing. Maybe itÃ¢??s a sign that the temper IÃ¢??ve been known for is under control.
Maybe it doesnÃ¢??t mean IÃ¢??m less of a man for swallowing pride and not acting like a redneck and actually more of one.