Have you ever been violent?

I've never been in a fight but I do have a temper which is taken out on inanimate objects or myself, although I recognise it now and try to stop myself before getting too angry.

I cut the end of a finger off with a steak knife in a fit of rage whilst working in a kitchen when I was 18. :(
 
some people like it some dont

if you are a born fighter youll get into scrapes as youll just have to do it.


one of my friends since younger age would fight anyone . bigger stronger whatever doesnt matter . it never works out good though in the end though if you keep at it. he ended up doing long stint in prision for killing someone .

one of my other friends was killed at twenty in a small fight

focus on women with big boobs lot less trouble :D
 
I wouldnt have called myself a violent person, more somebody who had (and still has) issues with his temper. I went to one of the worst schools in East London so I was always in scraps growing up, never anything too serious other than bloody noses and black eyes but I was always raised to "never back down" or they'll just come back for more.

When I was about 22 the neighbours sold their house and the person that bought it decided to let it out to the council - you can already see where this is going. A lovely "traveller" family was moved in, from the offset they were scum, and caused us nothing but grief. We had a few running disputes with them to the point that I'd knocked on his door before and wanted to fight him, but nothing came of it until a few months later.

It was a saturday morning, about 11am, I'd just been over the road to grab a newspaper from the shop. ***** was in this front garden, beer in hand. He said something about "do you want to have a go now then?" and instead of doing the smart thing and turning the other cheek and walking away I squared up to him. The rest of it is a blur but I know he pulled out a kitchen knife and got me good in the leg, to the point it went in one side of my thigh and came out the other. I didnt feel it, but I remember for the first time in my life knowing true fear and backing down - luckily he left it as the one stab and ran off up the road.

I should mention that while all this was going on it was being watched by a group of chavs / hoodies / ****s sitting on a wall accross the street. I'm standing there, blood dripping from a gaping hole in my leg and what I get "ah you mug, you got shanked!" and comments like that. I dont know if it was the adrenaline, my temper, or god knows what but I know I charged into the group of them (there were at least 8) and started swinging. I got a beating, they dropped me to the ground and I couldnt get up as every time I tried I took another blow or kick or god knows what. The next thing I know my dad and a random guy from up the street have come charging in with a baseball bat and they have scattered.

That morning left me with a stab wound in the leg that required multiple stiches, a dislocated jaw, couple of cracked ribs - I probably got off lightly - as the group involved went on to kill somebody less than a year later. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-440495/Young-father-shot-dead-standing-gang.html

I still have my temper, but I no longer think I'm invincible and I do not have any quarms about backing down - I could easily have died that day.
 
Only ever been physically violent when way too drunk a couple of years ago.

Needless to say, it doesn't happen anymore, partly because I'm much happier with my life an I think that reflects when drunk (Actually a giggly/funny drunk these days), and partly because I don't drink as much :D
 
In my younger days, but now i am so well respected where i live people often stop as im walking past them and as a sign of respect kiss my fighting knuckles. Its often said that after kissing my fighting knuckles their wishes do indeed come true.
 
I find it appaulling when people resort to violence, should only be used as defence for any right minded person (If you're quick enough, hit them before they hit you :p ). Going in like a complete alpha goon with a pea for a brain annoys me.
 
You were accusing me of mistreating my child in another thread.....Do you like making baseless accusations and assumptions, does it somehow validate your own insignificance and character flaws?

You need to seriously grow up and understand that sometimes situations demand a specific response and there is little choice to be had....walking away from someone whose only intent is to kill or seriously hurt you is not a viable or sensible option and strangely being a soldier is a violent occupation and growing up in the care system is no bed of roses either.:rolleyes:

Stockhausen, you must have some pretty serious character flaws given your predilection for false accusation and insinuation and maybe you should concentrate on your own problems before judging others.
 
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Funny thing about rough areas is when growing up you dont actually realise its a rough area. As a teenager i always used to think it not that bad ive seen worse!

Another thing i find funny now is what my dad use to teach us, his father to son's wisdom was

"son make sure you get the first punch in"

He's said that to me and my brothers multiple times when we were kids and its kind of stuck!! He's like if you get into a fight for whatever reason make sure to throw the first punch lol He's tried it on with the grand kids but gets a swift telling off now!
 
I once smacked a guy in the playground (grammar school 4th form) for continually making fun of me. The punch floored the guy which wasn't bad for a lanky weed. :D I got respect from that point in time.

Peace, love and rock n roll man, that's where it's at! :cool:
 
When i was 7 - 8 i hit someone in the leg with a plank of wood.
He was a few years older, been annoying me or whatever, only got the wood as a threat but he said i wouldn't ever do it.

Subsequently i've not been violent, better someone hit's me than the other way around. Can live with a sore jaw for a little.
 
I suppose i was quite violent when i was younger, had a few fights at home and school, but sort of grew out of it in my teens.

I was about 10 when i had my first 'fight' with a lad the same age as me who lived a few doors down. I can't really remember what it was over, but i was in such a rage i do remember rugby tackling him, we rolled about punching eachother for a while, then i got the upper hand and literally tore his tshirt off him. For some reason, me ripping his clothing off his back sort of ended the fight, and i got off him and went home. A few minutes later, the lads mam came to our door, holding a ripped in half tshirt in her hand, and demanded my mam buy him a replacement :p
 
Twice.

The first time about 32 years ago when me and Mrs Dimple just got married.
We were in a pubwith another couple watching a band when around ten lads came in and started on.
They started to get sexually verbal with the women who showed their rings but it didn't put the lads off.
I've never been jealous and even now men will try to chat her up and I just let them get on with it because she will handle it but this was in another class and I wasn't able to handle ten of them.
Eventually they left to sit in the back room and we decided to leave.
The other 3 were in front of me and has they went through the outside door I'm still in a corridor where the ring leader walks out of the toilet.
He looks at me and just says "Where are you going, you're staying here?" and I just headbutted him straight in the nose and ran for it.
I never went in that pub again.

About 4 months ago I was gigging and I had the heckler from hell.
I'm used to getting heckled because it is usually banter from people I know but this lad went on & on & on asking for material we would be ridiculous doing in a rock band.
He continued after every song, then during our break and then continued during the second half.
About 6 songs in I asked the landlord & staff for help to remove him but nothing happened so I gave my first warning that I would have him.
After the 7th song I asked for help again so gave my second warning.
After the 8th song I asked for help again but ths time told the whole pub & staff that I would definitely run off the stage and have him with the very next thing he does toward me.
Just before the next song I ran at him and pinned him to the ground and eventually got help off the Landlord & staff.
My band got barred :D
 
Usual playground stuff as a kid, nothing unusual. Last time I was put in a situation where I was properly violent was almost 15 years ago in a club when a much older (as in 40 to what would have been 21 ish) German bloke was trying to grope me. I told him at first politely to leave me alone and that I wasn't gay. He kept trying and was trying to put his fingers in my mouth. I told him again I'm not gay, please leave me alone and asked if he understood, he said he did and kept trying to touch me. I then shoved him away, nothing more and he punched me in the face, at which point I lost my temper. He hit his head on a table as he was falling and was a bit of a mess. OK though.

I did get cut with a bullet knife at school but that wasn't me dishing out the violence, I was very much on the receiving end.:)
 
I have had so many fights in my life I have lost count, my friends find it funny that everyone they knows seems to have had a fight with me. Thing is i never usually start them, i'm quite a quiet person so people think they can start on me, but they don't realise I have a bad temper and always stick up for myself.
 
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German bloke was trying to grope me. I told him at first politely to leave me alone and that I wasn't gay. He kept trying and was trying to put his fingers in my mouth. I told him again I'm not gay, please leave me alone and asked if he understood, he said he did and kept trying to touch me.
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OOh my sorry for laughing at your misfortune but thats hilarious. SOB was trying to put his fingers in your mouth!! WTF You should have bottled him.
 
When I was in nursery some other kid kept trying to take my tricks and diggers in the sand. He also tried to run his cars in the sand like an idiot. He got a bloody nose. Never engaged in any violent conduct since.
 
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