how not to be treated as a bully

January 14th, 2009

 There is no concrete evidence that can define a grail of wisdom, but I do keep that part of me - the part that wisdom should it create - myself. That I should equate this to no margin of error, that it replicates itself in varying degrees. In myself I see as long as I can remember, a secret place - to which I myself can become. (Plato's cave is a good reminder of why the divided line acts as a paradox in place of metaphor for real life.) Therefore, for every consequence there should be an action equal to it. If distance can create some form of intangible immunity, I see myself as an immovable object. Therein, the distance between myself as an immovable object can only be met with force. If that force is not being managed, it is a force's unmaneuverability, unmanipulated, by me. It must be a force contrary to the immovable object.

In this sense of physics, it is as if gravity is of the same principles that follow. Gravity cannot be manipulated, if you jump upward, you must come down. It is enough proof - that any immovable object - can only submit to the laws of gravity.

This past week, I was assaulted due to my interference with a fight that broke out. During the altercation, my resistance was met with vengeance as though someone had told the person to punch me in the face. I suppose it was a violation indicative of my nature as a person, that wanted others to be safe.

It is an experience worth sharing.

Part of myself realizes that in my best effort to diffuse the situation, I detonated a bomb instead. Though in the perils of my prudent behavior, my style, in fact took onto alarm. The description of the events is not unlike a uniform, just because you wear the uniform does not give you the opportunity to perform as moral authority. I was a conduit. However, should I have chosen not to act as a cohort of bitter unruly conduct, I would be considering myself amoral just doing the opposite of what is immoral not to.

I see myself as doing what the best of my instincts could do in averting the situation. I got caught, but not without my guard down - it wasn't. My guard was up. It stayed up. The fact was that the punch I took, earned me a shinner without the badge to make it happen. So, instead - I stepped up, but never backed down (without) the fight. What I saw was going to happen was wrong, my choice was to stop it from happening. It was as if watching untrained, unarmed, unprofessional UFC wannabe's trying their very best to showcase a load of trouble.

In my case, it was a referee resorting to unarmed tactics, though the rules were fixed to cuff their dirty hands, one shows up to a gun fight without a gun, all the others were meant to be defenseless against the UFC wannabe. No martial arts here folks, just an immovable object prone to bullying.

I have never liked bullies, even less being bullied - though my temperament rarely allows bullying to take place. I admit on ground of wiser men, he who tries to - no - even attempts the thought of bullying myself or any person(s) in my immediate vicinity will be surrounded by a wrath unlike anything else within that environment. I call this - gravity.
It doesn't make a sound, it doesn't rest on its laurels, it never sleeps (but sleeps in on many - many occasions), but above all it doesn't stretch the truth.

Why they have never made a comic book without a superhero's power-strength only dedicated to abdicate bullies, is an even bigger mystery to those sought. I guess we'll leave it to filling in the blank of communicating self-interest, instead.

I live by a few words, which speak along the lines of everything vile. Struggle is to faith, more than it is to sacrifice.