I'm scared of being near flies. I don't know why or how but whenver I'm in a restaraunt and see a fly I get tense and don't feel like I have an appetite. In fact I want to barf right now all over the floor PICTURE THAT
K...heres the reason why I've become a total pacifist.
A long time ago, about 7 years ago, I mentioned in Socials that I was Russian. Unbeknownst to me, the kid behind me was seriously racist against Russian people. (At 9 years old!) Anyways, one day I was heading to the local convienence store to pick up some groceries, and I met up with him. Well, we got into a fight. I kinda held back and held him off, 'till I realized he wasn't stopping on his own. So I slugged him in the face, broke his nose. I thought he'd stop then, but he just got even more pissed. I got his arm in the middle of a swing, and tried to tell him to stop, the only one getting hurt was him. He wigged out and tried to trip me. I just held onto his arm and jumped to side. Accidentally dislocated his shoulder. (It popped back into the joint when he hit the concrete, don't worry.) He bailed after that, thankfully. He had to go to the hospital and get his nose re-aligned, and afterwards, he and his family moved. (He didn't tell them he was in a fight appaently, he said he crashed his bike. Probably too embarrased a Russian beat him sh*tless.) After that, though, I realized that my destructive tendencies were not safe. I gave up any kind of exercise, started reading books, and really changed from an idiot brawler to a smart, sophisticated pacifist. I'd never hurt anyone now.
A long time ago, about 7 years ago, I mentioned in Socials that I was Russian. Unbeknownst to me, the kid behind me was seriously racist against Russian people. (At 9 years old!) Anyways, one day I was heading to the local convienence store to pick up some groceries, and I met up with him. Well, we got into a fight. I kinda held back and held him off, 'till I realized he wasn't stopping on his own. So I slugged him in the face, broke his nose. I thought he'd stop then, but he just got even more pissed. I got his arm in the middle of a swing, and tried to tell him to stop, the only one getting hurt was him. He wigged out and tried to trip me. I just held onto his arm and jumped to side. Accidentally dislocated his shoulder. (It popped back into the joint when he hit the concrete, don't worry.) He bailed after that, thankfully. He had to go to the hospital and get his nose re-aligned, and afterwards, he and his family moved. (He didn't tell them he was in a fight appaently, he said he crashed his bike. Probably too embarrased a Russian beat him sh*tless.) After that, though, I realized that my destructive tendencies were not safe. I gave up any kind of exercise, started reading books, and really changed from an idiot brawler to a smart, sophisticated pacifist. I'd never hurt anyone now.
After that, though, I realized that my destructive tendencies were not safe. I gave up any kind of exercise, started reading books, and really changed from an idiot brawler to a smart, sophisticated pacifist. I'd never hurt anyone now.
I gave up any kind of exercise, started reading books, and really changed from an idiot brawler to a smart, sophisticated pacifist. I'd never hurt anyone now.
I gave up any kind of exercise
Then again, it was well written, only a couple minor errors. A++ would read again.
Okay... Well, last summer a group of my friends got stinking drink and were driving home when we hit this guy in the middle of nowhere. We buried him and- XD most unoriginal story EVAH!
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When I was young, very young, I locked myself in the washroom, accidently. My mother was outside and didn't hear me. I was stuck in there for an hour.
