Probably its just the adrenaline and the fact that I vowed to never tell this story to anyone I know in real life got me writing this post so I will try to make the long story short.
First something you should know about me - all my life I've always avoided physical confrontations by any means necessary out of fear and the fact that as a teenager I was tall but really skinny and I couldn't compete in terms of brute force with the bullies. All my life I've always wanted a bully to get what they deserve and be so afraid (as I have been many times) that he would not think for a second that he would do something hurtful to others again.
So here is the story:
I was walking back home from work. There is a main street with an alley for bicycles. My road to home goes through that main street, then I have to turn into a really narrow path across a small garden. I hear bell ringing behind me and I see a woman on a bicycle standing still signalling the passengers to let her pass through. She is really polite about it and waits patiently for everyone to make a way.
So I am standing next to this kid. He is around 17-18 and clearly pumped up from "food supplements". He makes a way for her to pass and as she starts passing by he spits on her and moves along in the typical bully way of walking.
I don't know what got into me but I figured this is my chance. I shouted at him about what he has done and he pretended not to hear. I shouted again and he stopped. I went right in front of his face and started shouting asking him why he spit on the woman. He started speaking to me in a foreign language which got me even more frustrated because you cannot be a visitor in another country and act like that. I got extremely furious shouting to him to speak in our main language.
The bully got cocky and he was pretty jacked, so I knew if I don't scare him enough he will fuck me up. I very calmly opened my backpack where I keep my taser. I buzzed a few times near him just so he will know that I am serious. All of a sudden his tone got squeaky and apologetic. He asked me again, this time in English, why am I angry (as if he didn't knew what he has done just seconds ago). I spit on him and told him in his native language "THATS WHY!".
I guess he realized he cannot talk his way out of the situation so he turned around, waved and started walking really fast.
This is when I felt rage inside me like never before. I chased him for a few steps and kicked the shit out of him from his back. I know that this is a shitty move, but I don't care, he deserved it.
First something you should know about me - all my life I've always avoided physical confrontations by any means necessary out of fear and the fact that as a teenager I was tall but really skinny and I couldn't compete in terms of brute force with the bullies. All my life I've always wanted a bully to get what they deserve and be so afraid (as I have been many times) that he would not think for a second that he would do something hurtful to others again.
So here is the story:
I was walking back home from work. There is a main street with an alley for bicycles. My road to home goes through that main street, then I have to turn into a really narrow path across a small garden. I hear bell ringing behind me and I see a woman on a bicycle standing still signalling the passengers to let her pass through. She is really polite about it and waits patiently for everyone to make a way.
So I am standing next to this kid. He is around 17-18 and clearly pumped up from "food supplements". He makes a way for her to pass and as she starts passing by he spits on her and moves along in the typical bully way of walking.
I don't know what got into me but I figured this is my chance. I shouted at him about what he has done and he pretended not to hear. I shouted again and he stopped. I went right in front of his face and started shouting asking him why he spit on the woman. He started speaking to me in a foreign language which got me even more frustrated because you cannot be a visitor in another country and act like that. I got extremely furious shouting to him to speak in our main language.
The bully got cocky and he was pretty jacked, so I knew if I don't scare him enough he will fuck me up. I very calmly opened my backpack where I keep my taser. I buzzed a few times near him just so he will know that I am serious. All of a sudden his tone got squeaky and apologetic. He asked me again, this time in English, why am I angry (as if he didn't knew what he has done just seconds ago). I spit on him and told him in his native language "THATS WHY!".
I guess he realized he cannot talk his way out of the situation so he turned around, waved and started walking really fast.
This is when I felt rage inside me like never before. I chased him for a few steps and kicked the shit out of him from his back. I know that this is a shitty move, but I don't care, he deserved it.
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