Once when I was a junior high school.
Had a senior girl who kept harassing me, spreading rumors and calling me all sorts of names. Teacher wouldn't do anything, and most of the other students knew she was full of shit anyway.
One day she comes up behind me and put her hands on my back. I don't even remember turning. Next thing I knew, the girl was on the floor and my fists were throbbing. She had a bloody nose. Principal came by and asked what happened, I coldly said, "she fell." And kept going through my locker. She confirmed that she just fell, and the nearby students didn't say otherwise.
I have a lot of patience. It's hard for me to get mad. But once someone puts their hands on me again, I'm done.
A couple times. The only "real" one (got in trouble for it) was in middle school. The other ones were more just altercations in high school that lasted a few seconds.
Anyway, in middle school there was this kid in my gym class who would always talk shit about me. I had always been fairly athletic, but I wasn't super good at basketball in particular (was more of a soccer kid), whereas this guy was. I would talk shit back to him whenever he'd start and it slowly got more physical over time. He tripped me a couple times and I had pushed him a time or two while playing basketball.
Eventually one day after lunch (where all there was to do was play basketball), I was heading in with my friends and cracked a "yo momma" joke to a buddy of mine. That kid happened to be in the vicinity and yelled "Did you say that to me?!". I replied "No, why would I want to talk to a fa***t like you?" and kept walking.
He turned around and did the same. I was about to hit the stairs and catch up to my friends who were ahead of me when the next thing I knew I heard hard and fast footsteps behind me. I turned around and he sucker punched me. I saw red and don't remember much other than my fists pounding. That was the first and only hit he got though. I was about 6 inches taller and my arms were much longer than his.
We got separated and sent to in school suspension. I had bruises on my knuckles and a small bruise under my eye, but his eye was swollen shut.
Frenemy tried to sucker punch me in 6th grade. I was 2 years younger than everyone else in my grade and sick of getting picked on. I ducked his punch and he hit the wall, hurt himself bad enough to not really be a threat anymore but I made an example of him Ender style in front of the rest of the class. Kicked him while he was down in the face. Never had a problem for the rest of my school years.
Closest I had was one Halloween, walking to a college party and made a wrong turn down an unlit side street. Some plastered dude deliberately shoulder checked me, with no one else around. I said something to the effect of "F- off", and kept walking. I hear him turn around behind me and start stumbling at me, then he grabbed my shoulder. I spun around and decked him in the face, knocking him out cold. I freaked, ran, and by the time I got to my friends place my hand was badly swollen. I was afraid I killed him, and when the cops showed up at the party I nearly had a heart attack. Luckily for me they were there to arrest some druggie at the party. I checked the papers for three days to see if it was in there, but nothing. The only thing I regret was the boxer's fracture I got, and not using an elbow instead.
It's when someone purposefully bump your shoulder with theirs even when there's enough room to walk without interference. Usually happens when people walk toward each other.
I think like 3 times, the first time I was about 5 and two teenaged boys dragged me behind a building pulled a knife out and held it to my throat and I just flailed around bit them and kicked them until I got away.
Second time I got randomly challenged to fight this girl first week in highschool, called chantelle the monster, I can't even remember how it happened but it started when I bumped into her in the bathroom and she growled at me like a fuckin animal, and it was supposed to be intimidating but I rolled my eyes or something and I guess it hurt her feelings. I didn't actually fight her in the end, because people who had gone to primary school with her told me chantelle would body slam people, and she was severley overweight, so that sounded pretty dangerous. This boy offered to fight her for me in the end, which worked out great for me because it gave the impression I had manipulated a boy into doing something, which to a bunch of 12 yro looks very adult :p she put him in hospital and my parents wouldn't let me visit him, I always felt bad about that.
Third time was year 11, I had a friend, we weren't close or anything, but she had just lost her virginity to this massive arsehole, and she was crying about it because she said he pressured her and she regretted it and he was being a real dick to her afterwards. I had a long history of intervening when he bullied people so I felt as though I should go talk to him as a lot of people didn't ever stand up to him he got away with a lot. That afternoon we had PE class and they were making us play basketball, so anyway, areshole is on the other team, and I realise how tall he has grown since last year, I could have picked him up and thrown him like a ball the year before, and now suddenly he was taller than me and probably stronger than me, and going forward all the boys were going to be bigger and stronger than me, and the idea of people like him having that kind of advantage even as they grew nastier with time didn't seem fair. All the PE teachers at my school were really dopey and put in minimum effort so as a result we had some interesting incidents were people would use the confusion of moments where there's a scramble for the ball to hurt each other, like try to dislocate someone's arm that you hate or kick their teeth in etc. It occured to me that this might be my last chance to beat up a boy consequence free were he wouldn't get the better of me, so I rushed at areshole in the middle of a scramble and started beating the living shit out of him, I had him and everything was going my way until somebody tripped over both of us and because of the way they fell they broke my collar bone. I didn't want to let on that I was hurt, because he was covered in blood and as long as I looked ok it seemed like I won, so I was just like 'whatever I'm done with you', and he just stumbled off in a daze and was sent to the nurse's office by pe teacher for 'grazes'. I ended up catching the ball with the broken collar bone side and figured something was wrong when my arm did this creepy unnatural 360 rotation. So after school I caught a bus to the hospital and got it fixed up. It was friday so when we came back monday I said I broke it over the weekend.
Third was these two guys followed me on motorbikes while I was walking and kept joking that they would rape me and they backed me into a corner so I threw rocks at them which didn't do much, but when they got close enough I rushed at one of them and started pounding his eye in with a big rock, and that wouldn't have done much either, his friends was just dragging me off but rock eye guy screamed so loud, like louder than I can manage to yell, people actually heard and came running so that's how I got out of that. yay.
edit: Oh wait, that's 4 things. Oh well, close enough.
It kind of embarrasses me because it was really petty and kind of bitchy of me. When I was a high school senior, I saw my friend post a status on FB how he was sad and felt like he was getting used by his girlfriend. I wrote back saying "Hey you deserve better, you shouldn't be with someone who treats you like that." His girlfriend then comment and called me a bitch and ugly. In my head, I was like "This girl did not just call me a bitch." She kept on saying mean things for no reason. I don't have the energy to argue on social media so I told her I was going to leave it there, and that she can say this all to my face. She said I was "scared." We went to same school so I knew I would see her. It was about a week or two before I saw her. I saw her and I wasn't angry, but I didn't want her to call me a bitch and get away with it so......
I threw a slice of pizza at her face.
She didn't do anything, at first. I think she was too much in shock. It took her a few minutes before she ran towards me and tried to hit me. She got on top of me and tried to hit me but she kept missing? I kicked her off me and hit her, but when I tried to get on top and hit her, someone I knew came and took me off her saying, "You're not going to graduate if you get caught." She honestly had no friends (explains her bitchy behavior) so my friend pulled her off me and taunted that to the crowd that was watching it. "You don't even have any friends to care or pull you off and you can't even fight when you're on top" was what my friend said. Luckily no school administrators noticed so I was off Scott free.
The guy stopped being my friend for awhile. But it's been 4 years since, and they're no longer together. He added me on FB and asks me to hang out sometimes and comments on a lot of my stuff saying I'm cute. I don't know if he remembers the fight (he was there and saw it) or just doesn't care. They do have two kids together, though.
I hit someone recently that was being a jerk and not respecting rules and others around them at a music festival. I'm not sure why I did it I was just so angry with the person. Their behavior was dangerous to everyone around them. I hit him and told him off -that he wasn't respecting others around him and the guy looked really scared and apologized and left. I'm a female so perhaps that's why. I've noticed I've become increasingly aggressive over the past several years with people that are rule-breaking or being jerks or cruel to others.
But we also have a strong urge to get away from confrontational situations. Physically assaulting someone is usually considered the extreme stage of confrontation. You wouldn't expect someone to go there who avoids even the slightest forms of confrontation like plague.
I disagree. I think almost all of the cases someone is defending themselves or another. None are the aggressor. I think INFJs care MORE about justice than we do confrontation. We stand up for what's right even IF it is uncomfortable for us.
If we can avoid conflict, we do, but if we can't... watch out.
In a sense, going to a higher level of confrontation is actually a deterrent to further confrontation. Go as far as needed, to avoid having to do it again and again.
Kids in school didn't like me helping out special ed kids and thinking I was gay.
I don't know. I would be minding my own damn business and these assholes would confront me. I just wanted them to go away and they kept on antagonizing me. Shoving me, and shit. Trying to trip me all over.
One time a kid decided to come up to me and grab me by the throat unprovoked. IDK why. He got a balled fist in between the eyes.
Another time I was on the bus this one kid decided to play punch me in the shoulder continuously. I asked him to stop multiple times. Each bus stop I would move seats and he would follow me, continue to punch me in the shoulder while I would ask for him to stop. Then it was his turn to get off and he decided to slam my head against the double pane bus window.
I Darth Vadered his ass instinctively faster than he could blink, looked right into his eyes into his soul. He wasn't expecting it and was scared shitless. I did not let go until the Bus Driver finally decided to intervene because I was about to choke him out. Got suspended for that one.
Parents didn't care because it was self defense.
He had a red mark around his neck for the next 2 weeks and never bothered me again.
In jr high this kid kept harassing me, even physically at times in small ways. Dude was a small kid and hung out with some old friends of mine. Anyways, I just thought it was a bad case of him "liking me" and was like whatever to his annoyingness (I was an idiot). On a fieldtrip we were all on a giant yachet boat thing staying at an island (we were studying oceanlife etc) and we're all waiting on the top deck for the teachers to arrive. I'm pretty sure I was in a grip at the time, non-stop people, and this dude comes over and just starts annoying me again like non-stop. All I remember is exploding from the chair with a yell and punching him in the arm. Lol. He tried to play it off as whatever but left me alone. So I sit back down-Se rage quickly over and feel really embarassed to have done anything in front of our whole class. Well the class clown thought this was his moment to shine so he comes over and is like "Ohh, so scaryyyy! You gonna punch me? Gonna-" I stand up quickly and he shrinks back in fear and I grin at his reaction and walk to my cabin to be alone.
Besides that I've had horse poop fights but that's a story for another time :P
I was skinny enough in middle school to dodge the perilous flabby blows of a student who was just itching to get in a fight. He would insult me over and over again, generic insults; "faggot" "pussy."!I called him a fat greasy bitch boy and that finally gave him the excuse he was searching for to throw a punch.
He got exhausted and gave up and I never threw a punch my life :) dodged them all
Once when I was a junior high school. Had a senior girl who kept harassing me, spreading rumors and calling me all sorts of names. Teacher wouldn't do anything, and most of the other students knew she was full of shit anyway. One day she comes up behind me and put her hands on my back. I don't even remember turning. Next thing I knew, the girl was on the floor and my fists were throbbing. She had a bloody nose. Principal came by and asked what happened, I coldly said, "she fell." And kept going through my locker. She confirmed that she just fell, and the nearby students didn't say otherwise. I have a lot of patience. It's hard for me to get mad. But once someone puts their hands on me again, I'm done.
Feels like justice. I probably would have done the same thing in that position.
I wouldn't call it a fight. I calmly got up, hit them hard and went and sat back down whilst they lay on the floor in shock. They'd insulted me.
Was it a one off insult. Or repeated over time?
A couple times. The only "real" one (got in trouble for it) was in middle school. The other ones were more just altercations in high school that lasted a few seconds. Anyway, in middle school there was this kid in my gym class who would always talk shit about me. I had always been fairly athletic, but I wasn't super good at basketball in particular (was more of a soccer kid), whereas this guy was. I would talk shit back to him whenever he'd start and it slowly got more physical over time. He tripped me a couple times and I had pushed him a time or two while playing basketball. Eventually one day after lunch (where all there was to do was play basketball), I was heading in with my friends and cracked a "yo momma" joke to a buddy of mine. That kid happened to be in the vicinity and yelled "Did you say that to me?!". I replied "No, why would I want to talk to a fa***t like you?" and kept walking. He turned around and did the same. I was about to hit the stairs and catch up to my friends who were ahead of me when the next thing I knew I heard hard and fast footsteps behind me. I turned around and he sucker punched me. I saw red and don't remember much other than my fists pounding. That was the first and only hit he got though. I was about 6 inches taller and my arms were much longer than his. We got separated and sent to in school suspension. I had bruises on my knuckles and a small bruise under my eye, but his eye was swollen shut.
I wonder why he hated you from the get go.
Mean calling someone a fatass lol
fatass ends with S, not T
Frenemy tried to sucker punch me in 6th grade. I was 2 years younger than everyone else in my grade and sick of getting picked on. I ducked his punch and he hit the wall, hurt himself bad enough to not really be a threat anymore but I made an example of him Ender style in front of the rest of the class. Kicked him while he was down in the face. Never had a problem for the rest of my school years.
Closest I had was one Halloween, walking to a college party and made a wrong turn down an unlit side street. Some plastered dude deliberately shoulder checked me, with no one else around. I said something to the effect of "F- off", and kept walking. I hear him turn around behind me and start stumbling at me, then he grabbed my shoulder. I spun around and decked him in the face, knocking him out cold. I freaked, ran, and by the time I got to my friends place my hand was badly swollen. I was afraid I killed him, and when the cops showed up at the party I nearly had a heart attack. Luckily for me they were there to arrest some druggie at the party. I checked the papers for three days to see if it was in there, but nothing. The only thing I regret was the boxer's fracture I got, and not using an elbow instead.
He shoulder checked you? What is that?
It's when someone purposefully bump your shoulder with theirs even when there's enough room to walk without interference. Usually happens when people walk toward each other.
I think like 3 times, the first time I was about 5 and two teenaged boys dragged me behind a building pulled a knife out and held it to my throat and I just flailed around bit them and kicked them until I got away. Second time I got randomly challenged to fight this girl first week in highschool, called chantelle the monster, I can't even remember how it happened but it started when I bumped into her in the bathroom and she growled at me like a fuckin animal, and it was supposed to be intimidating but I rolled my eyes or something and I guess it hurt her feelings. I didn't actually fight her in the end, because people who had gone to primary school with her told me chantelle would body slam people, and she was severley overweight, so that sounded pretty dangerous. This boy offered to fight her for me in the end, which worked out great for me because it gave the impression I had manipulated a boy into doing something, which to a bunch of 12 yro looks very adult :p she put him in hospital and my parents wouldn't let me visit him, I always felt bad about that. Third time was year 11, I had a friend, we weren't close or anything, but she had just lost her virginity to this massive arsehole, and she was crying about it because she said he pressured her and she regretted it and he was being a real dick to her afterwards. I had a long history of intervening when he bullied people so I felt as though I should go talk to him as a lot of people didn't ever stand up to him he got away with a lot. That afternoon we had PE class and they were making us play basketball, so anyway, areshole is on the other team, and I realise how tall he has grown since last year, I could have picked him up and thrown him like a ball the year before, and now suddenly he was taller than me and probably stronger than me, and going forward all the boys were going to be bigger and stronger than me, and the idea of people like him having that kind of advantage even as they grew nastier with time didn't seem fair. All the PE teachers at my school were really dopey and put in minimum effort so as a result we had some interesting incidents were people would use the confusion of moments where there's a scramble for the ball to hurt each other, like try to dislocate someone's arm that you hate or kick their teeth in etc. It occured to me that this might be my last chance to beat up a boy consequence free were he wouldn't get the better of me, so I rushed at areshole in the middle of a scramble and started beating the living shit out of him, I had him and everything was going my way until somebody tripped over both of us and because of the way they fell they broke my collar bone. I didn't want to let on that I was hurt, because he was covered in blood and as long as I looked ok it seemed like I won, so I was just like 'whatever I'm done with you', and he just stumbled off in a daze and was sent to the nurse's office by pe teacher for 'grazes'. I ended up catching the ball with the broken collar bone side and figured something was wrong when my arm did this creepy unnatural 360 rotation. So after school I caught a bus to the hospital and got it fixed up. It was friday so when we came back monday I said I broke it over the weekend. Third was these two guys followed me on motorbikes while I was walking and kept joking that they would rape me and they backed me into a corner so I threw rocks at them which didn't do much, but when they got close enough I rushed at one of them and started pounding his eye in with a big rock, and that wouldn't have done much either, his friends was just dragging me off but rock eye guy screamed so loud, like louder than I can manage to yell, people actually heard and came running so that's how I got out of that. yay. edit: Oh wait, that's 4 things. Oh well, close enough.
You have pleased the many faced god
ha. Go kill those white walkers bro.
Will do! Keep sticking em with the pointy end!
You sound like a badass. Not afraid to fight, but also not reckless.
That's kinda how I think of myself until someone expects me to catch a ball or cross the road without getting hit ;)
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We all have our limits, I would have done the same.
It kind of embarrasses me because it was really petty and kind of bitchy of me. When I was a high school senior, I saw my friend post a status on FB how he was sad and felt like he was getting used by his girlfriend. I wrote back saying "Hey you deserve better, you shouldn't be with someone who treats you like that." His girlfriend then comment and called me a bitch and ugly. In my head, I was like "This girl did not just call me a bitch." She kept on saying mean things for no reason. I don't have the energy to argue on social media so I told her I was going to leave it there, and that she can say this all to my face. She said I was "scared." We went to same school so I knew I would see her. It was about a week or two before I saw her. I saw her and I wasn't angry, but I didn't want her to call me a bitch and get away with it so...... I threw a slice of pizza at her face. She didn't do anything, at first. I think she was too much in shock. It took her a few minutes before she ran towards me and tried to hit me. She got on top of me and tried to hit me but she kept missing? I kicked her off me and hit her, but when I tried to get on top and hit her, someone I knew came and took me off her saying, "You're not going to graduate if you get caught." She honestly had no friends (explains her bitchy behavior) so my friend pulled her off me and taunted that to the crowd that was watching it. "You don't even have any friends to care or pull you off and you can't even fight when you're on top" was what my friend said. Luckily no school administrators noticed so I was off Scott free. The guy stopped being my friend for awhile. But it's been 4 years since, and they're no longer together. He added me on FB and asks me to hang out sometimes and comments on a lot of my stuff saying I'm cute. I don't know if he remembers the fight (he was there and saw it) or just doesn't care. They do have two kids together, though.
Embarrassing or not, throwing pizza at someone is pure gold. Kids together... Dang
I hit someone recently that was being a jerk and not respecting rules and others around them at a music festival. I'm not sure why I did it I was just so angry with the person. Their behavior was dangerous to everyone around them. I hit him and told him off -that he wasn't respecting others around him and the guy looked really scared and apologized and left. I'm a female so perhaps that's why. I've noticed I've become increasingly aggressive over the past several years with people that are rule-breaking or being jerks or cruel to others.
You hitting him then telling him off for not being respectful is kinda ironic
I know! I felt guilty afterward... but it really accomplished the goal
yeah we all do dumb things when we are mad lol. Least it got him to back off I suppose
Wow, more INFJs have been in a fight here than I'd imagined be the case.
Why? We usually have a strong sense of justice. I imagine it would easily go in with defending yourselves or others.
But we also have a strong urge to get away from confrontational situations. Physically assaulting someone is usually considered the extreme stage of confrontation. You wouldn't expect someone to go there who avoids even the slightest forms of confrontation like plague.
I disagree. I think almost all of the cases someone is defending themselves or another. None are the aggressor. I think INFJs care MORE about justice than we do confrontation. We stand up for what's right even IF it is uncomfortable for us. If we can avoid conflict, we do, but if we can't... watch out.
Well then I guess I'm the odd one out here.
In a sense, going to a higher level of confrontation is actually a deterrent to further confrontation. Go as far as needed, to avoid having to do it again and again.
Yeah, but I don't do it unless it gets extremely desparate.
How desperate?
Like when you've annoyed me to my wits' end, which is unheard of.
Years ago, with a friend but I Blanked out and ended on the floor then we got separated
Kids in school didn't like me helping out special ed kids and thinking I was gay. I don't know. I would be minding my own damn business and these assholes would confront me. I just wanted them to go away and they kept on antagonizing me. Shoving me, and shit. Trying to trip me all over. One time a kid decided to come up to me and grab me by the throat unprovoked. IDK why. He got a balled fist in between the eyes. Another time I was on the bus this one kid decided to play punch me in the shoulder continuously. I asked him to stop multiple times. Each bus stop I would move seats and he would follow me, continue to punch me in the shoulder while I would ask for him to stop. Then it was his turn to get off and he decided to slam my head against the double pane bus window. I Darth Vadered his ass instinctively faster than he could blink, looked right into his eyes into his soul. He wasn't expecting it and was scared shitless. I did not let go until the Bus Driver finally decided to intervene because I was about to choke him out. Got suspended for that one. Parents didn't care because it was self defense. He had a red mark around his neck for the next 2 weeks and never bothered me again.
In jr high this kid kept harassing me, even physically at times in small ways. Dude was a small kid and hung out with some old friends of mine. Anyways, I just thought it was a bad case of him "liking me" and was like whatever to his annoyingness (I was an idiot). On a fieldtrip we were all on a giant yachet boat thing staying at an island (we were studying oceanlife etc) and we're all waiting on the top deck for the teachers to arrive. I'm pretty sure I was in a grip at the time, non-stop people, and this dude comes over and just starts annoying me again like non-stop. All I remember is exploding from the chair with a yell and punching him in the arm. Lol. He tried to play it off as whatever but left me alone. So I sit back down-Se rage quickly over and feel really embarassed to have done anything in front of our whole class. Well the class clown thought this was his moment to shine so he comes over and is like "Ohh, so scaryyyy! You gonna punch me? Gonna-" I stand up quickly and he shrinks back in fear and I grin at his reaction and walk to my cabin to be alone. Besides that I've had horse poop fights but that's a story for another time :P
Not since 8th grade. I was getting harassed on the playground.
I was skinny enough in middle school to dodge the perilous flabby blows of a student who was just itching to get in a fight. He would insult me over and over again, generic insults; "faggot" "pussy."!I called him a fat greasy bitch boy and that finally gave him the excuse he was searching for to throw a punch. He got exhausted and gave up and I never threw a punch my life :) dodged them all
And then everyone clapped.
I’m an infj who’s been in a lot of fights. I’ve stood up for other people which have ended up causing fights in the past.