xdarkyrex said:You guys are so lucky I want crazy people to try to fight me
Are you nuts? :p
I really fear crazy people. I don’t fear walking around ghettos at 3 am, i don’t fear the temperature rising and shark attacks, but i sure do fear crazy people trying to fight me.
With crazy people there are no set of rules that you can follow and know you will be ok, its all arbitrary! That is why i fear them.
Thieves, more or less, have a sense of consequences, and if they can pick a victim that gives them more chances of success they will pick that one, or if they might think they can get caught they will fight *cof* steal another day, but with crazy people (look Ma, NMA taught me to write "people" not "p-p-l", "p-p-l" is the devil) you never know...
Once i was walking home with some pizzas when this big guy jumps me all of a sudden threatening to hit me. He never touched but was big (it was a long time ago, i was like 16 - not that im much bigger now tho
) and i didn’t know how to react, he was shouting things like "get the hell out of here or ill smack you in the face", with absolutely no reason, I didn’t even eye him or anything else... I said nothing, just picked up my pace and got the hell out of there. 2 or 3 years ago (4-5 years later) i was again near home when the same guy passes by me and says "took your nose" doing the gesture as if he taken my nose (its a common children game here) but that time i faced him, threatening him even though he was still a lot bigger. He replied with other threats but we never touched, he finally got tired or something and went away. This made me think he was around the zone and me and some friends did some checking about him. I found out that he used to terrorize the members of a club near my house and that many people had already reported him to the police. Apparently he really is crazy and sometimes seems to "forget" to take his medicine. He was also black belt in some martial art and loves to see those movies with Steven Segal.
Only saw him that couple of times, but i really have no interest at all in meeting him again.
ive been robbed at knife threatening in my chest and once some gang appeared near me and some friends waving a pistol (i live in a good place but it is surrounded by ghettos). With things like those i am able to handle everything real smooth, but with the crazy guy I tenderly call "johny", i panic...
Fortunately I don't have to go to camp, but other friends who do paint it as a horror-story, and not because of the camp itself, but the residents like your story. Probably because we're both from Utah.
maybe its because of the inbreeding :O
hehe jk
