When I was in grade 4 (Jamaica) some kids picked on me. I remember going home and making some concrete balls, about the size of a large grapefruit each. I put four in my bag and went to school the next day. I don't remember why I didn't harm anybody.
Similarly, in grade 10, a 'jock' slapped me across the face, sending my glasses careening. It was after school, so I went home and made me a little circuit: a transformer rigged to step up the voltage, connected to a small battery, with two needles on the end, all assembled on a piece of board. I fully intended to kill the motherfucker. But cooler heads prevailed, and I didn't return to school with my little apparatus.
Unfortunately, I took all of that anger out on my little brother.
Reading this sure brought back a lot of memories. I remember the first time I read PGs "Why Nerds are Unpopular Essay." To say it was like divine revelation would be an understatement.
Now, at 22, 6'1" and getting built. I would happily beat the fuck out of anyone who 'violated', as we say in Jamaica. Enough with that 'violence solves nothing' bullshit. Violence is what stopped WWII.
It's easy for some to say he should get over it, but I understand where he's coming from. And I didn't have it as half as bad as he did.
"Violated," eh? What does that mean, exactly? If it's someone starting a fight, sure, beat 'em up. But you seem a bit overenthusiastic to beat the shit out of people. You may want to take a look at calming down; you might do the exact same thing you did to your brother again, to someone else.
Similarly, in grade 10, a 'jock' slapped me across the face, sending my glasses careening. It was after school, so I went home and made me a little circuit: a transformer rigged to step up the voltage, connected to a small battery, with two needles on the end, all assembled on a piece of board. I fully intended to kill the motherfucker. But cooler heads prevailed, and I didn't return to school with my little apparatus.
Unfortunately, I took all of that anger out on my little brother.
Reading this sure brought back a lot of memories. I remember the first time I read PGs "Why Nerds are Unpopular Essay." To say it was like divine revelation would be an understatement.
Now, at 22, 6'1" and getting built. I would happily beat the fuck out of anyone who 'violated', as we say in Jamaica. Enough with that 'violence solves nothing' bullshit. Violence is what stopped WWII.
It's easy for some to say he should get over it, but I understand where he's coming from. And I didn't have it as half as bad as he did.