Some sort of Clarke Kent Fantasy Delusion Syndrome seems to be at work.
Not enough rough play, climbing trees and fighting and whatnot in your formative years, I've always thought it must be.
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Some sort of Clarke Kent Fantasy Delusion Syndrome seems to be at work.
Not enough rough play, climbing trees and fighting and whatnot in your formative years, I've always thought it must be.
and for me and mine to remain unscathed? Absof**kinglootly not.
I have no wish to end up the subject of a 'Paranoid schizophrenic decapitates commuter and wears his head as a hat for 5 stops'-type story just to satisfy your concepts of masculinity thank you very much.
It is you who must live with yourself. I wish you luck.
Most of the women you know nowadays wouldn't turn their back in that situation.
equipped than those around you to deal with it, and are only likely to escalate the situation by intervening, then you do so.
Had the bloke started on me, I would have probably tried to walk away from him. Had he become physically aggressive with me, I’d have probably tried to diffuse it by talking in a calm soothing voice and offering him a biscuit.
But if it became clear he was not backing down, I would have fought him :shrug:
Just because you're someone who would do everything they can to avoid violence does not make you a physical coward.
sounds like sex offender behaviour to me :sherlock:
womenfolk.
My 'responsibility' only kicks in when there is someone smaller, weaker or more female under threat. Until that time, it's every chap for himself.
When it’s just a drunk ****, all bets are off, and no-one would object to you sticking the boot in.
But what about when it’s a mental?