Sometimes self control is hard.
I just got back from University Village. While there I was waiting on a parking spot. As I started to move in, a silver SUV coming the other direction jumped the spot. A spot opened up nearby so I parked there. As I walked past I said "classy move". The guy immediately came at me and started asking me if I wanted to fight. He yelled at me "how was I supposed to know you wanted the spot?". Obviously he did, since I didn't say "you took my spot" just "classy move". The best part, his kid was getting out of the car while he was berating me. I said nice example and started to walk away, to which he said "let's go". Now he's 6 foot something, a white middle class looking male. And he's doing that thing were he's trying to tower over me.
And it's all I could do not to knee him in the balls and then break his nose. I have the advantage of actually being trained to disable people quickly and firmly. It was pretty obvious he didn't. But I was the better man and walked away. I can't help but feel unsatisfied knowing he walked away thinking "I showed him" while I walked away half hoping he'd take a swing. Why is that? Why is it the jerk gets to feel good about himself while I walk away wishing I'd just (tried to) dropped him right there? Why is the instict to fight so mush stronger than the rational understanding that it doesn't accomplish anything?
Update: maybe it's because all my friends seem to think i should have decked him. But I suspect that's cause they would have found it funny to read my jailhouse blog. And sure you talk tough now Craig, but I seem to remember a different reaction when I went through the window and into that one guys truck after he tried to run you over.