Do not get me wrong. I like the reasonable refreshment as well as the next guy but I enjoy it in moderation. I dislike being so drunk that I have blackouts. My residents seem to enjoy this feeling. Personally I was the typical freshmen and did not believe the many stories of public intoxication because frankly I thought the people who went to college were there to learn... boy was I wrong.
Let me tell you about the other night.
It was two thirty in the morning and I was trying to get some sleep before my eight in the morning class. I was stirred from my slumber by the sound of screams, laughter, belches and very loud thumping hippity hoppity music. Yuck. I was tired and rather miffed at my situation. Not the best combination. I walked out of my dorm as was greeted by my dorm 'neighbor' slamming his door repeatedly and screaming. He was plastered. I opened up conversation with this neanderthal (I use this term only because it is the best visual way to describe him).
"Dude, what the ****? It is two in the morning and I would like to get some sleep. Could you please shut up?"
His response came after a few seconds of blind staring.
"It wasn't me, and why are you talking to me like that you ******* punk?"
He walked up right to my face and towered over me. Fumes strong enough to ignite a small fire were assaulting my nostrils. He continued.
"You don't talk to me like that you little shit, I will ******* kill you you ******* punk. Little ******* white kids think they own the place."
I was ready to get hit. In fact I welcomed it. With his punch he would have sealed his fate. I would be taken to the hospital and able to press charges of assault. He would have been found to be completely drunk (underage) and hopefully would never see the light of day. I kept staring into his eyes that were at least a foot taller than I. His friends pulled him away after what seemed like forever. Taken back at the fact that I was only just standing there not moving an inch. I guess they were waiting for a fight. I was pretty proud of myself for this act of non-violence, but I do think I could have handled the situation a tad better. Maybe I could not have been that direct with my opening. But I am willing to bet that this story would have had the same conclusion.
The drunk in question is a physical education major... that is right folks, if this guy passes he will possibly teach your children.
If anything this was a rather large lesson on tolerance on my part.
Just thought I would share with you.
Ciao.
Perhaps a better greeting would have helped. Who knows. Starting aggressive with aggressive drunk people= not good idea if seeking to dodge a fight.
ReplyDeleteAlso, remember..you don't have to just take the punch. He has kneecaps, nuts, a throat and eyeballs just like anyone else.
Maybe bad advice on my part. Who is to say?
But kudos on the non-violent approach.