[OT] Yet another martial arts help thread.....so, please help!!
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The last fight I was in, with the knife-wielder, was about three or so months ago, maybe more (it was before I had a phone...). I live in what's called a rooming house: essentially a very large house in which the various rooms are rented out individually.
There are elven rooms and currently only three permanent residents. The rest stay for a month or two and then leave, depending on their personal circumstance. Although, having said that, the only difference between a permanent resident and a short-term resident is how long they stick around or have stuck around for.
Because of the mostly temporary nature and the lack of a need for bond or first months rent in advance, it is considered transient accomodation.
I won't go into the details of how or why I'm in such accomodations, but suffice it to say that although this particular rooming house is the best of its kind in the area, it ain't the Ritz.
Now, due to it being considered a quick and easy solution for accomodation purposes, both the Salvation Army and the Corrections Authority (ie. jailors) refer clients here. Currently there are two heroin junkies, a couple of dope-fiends (they were growing plants out the front in the vege-patch among the tomatoes... classic...) and a chronic alcholic. Two of these people I know for certain are currently on parole for robbery and/or assualt.
Now... I don't choose to live here. I can't afford to live anywhere else. I keep to myself and keep out of everyone elses way, but at the end of the day, a lot of people come through here and a lot of them are the scum of the earth.
And so one of them, a person who I found out later was on parole for assault, was clearly on drugs of some kind. It wasn't until I saw him in the hallway, sucking on an aerosol can of paint stripper, that I realized what it was he was on.
One day, whilst I was washing my dishes in the communal kitchen, he decided to get to know me. I was cordial but let it be known that I wasn't interested in conversation; definitely not rude, just not terribly forthcoming.
After that, he decided that every single time I went into the kitchen, since his room was right next to it, he would come out and bug me.
By the fifth or sixth time of him bugging me about everything from my name to my personal sexual preferences, I asked him if he could just leave me alone and that I really wasn't interested in talking. I walked off and hoped that was the end of it.
But that just made him even more persistant until he decided to get right up in my face (and trust me, he stunk) and blow cigarette smoke at me.
That was the last straw... I picked him up by his throat, threw him across the room, put him up against the wall, held on to his larynx so he couldn't breath, and told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn't leave me alone, I'd kill him.
So I turn my back on him (I knew what I was doing) and walked away. He decided to walk up behind me really close so I spun around and smacked him in the face, breaking his nose (and not just the cartiledge either...).
Two days later he and his friend begin trying to kick my door in. Two days of them harrassing me ended up with him barging into my room with a knife held up against my face. I managed to throw him out of my room but his friend backed him up so I couldn't disarm him and by that stage another person had joined in and was trying to calm things down.
I said that if he comes anywhere near me, I'll fulfill my promise and kill him. If I had of gotten the knife in that initial struggle, I garuantee you that I would've used it and used it until the little prick and his mate were dead. If it wasn't for the other guy intervening and someone else threatening to call the cops, that's most likely what would've happened.
So, they calm down and go back and I sleep with a knife and a stick by the bed. The next day, they start bashing the door AGAIN. So I wait for them to stop and then come out ready to kick arse and they've gone.
After a bit of thought and calming down, I decide that instead of getting into another fight in which I'll most likely kill someone or die trying, I'll go to the cops.
At the police station, before I've even had a chance to say my piece, I hear on the radio there that there's been a showdown at the rooming house. The copper tells me I should probably get down there at about the same time as I start walking out the door.
By the time I get back, I see that the place is CRAWLING with cops (I counted five cars) and half the road is blocked by an ambulance.
It turned out that, whilst I had decided to walk to the cops (I didn't have a phone then), the guy who had helped me out that night by intervening had heard the racket and had decided to call the cops. Two of them had turned up and the two guys were off their faces on dope and spray cans and apparently fought each other and the cops. They were so daft that they actually ATTACKED the cops... I mean... I'm sorry, but that's just STUPID, especially in Australia where the cops have guns and this guy had a friggin' paring knife... Anyway, capsicum spray and a few lies uncovered (they had lied about who was who and what was what in order to have at least one of them go free, even though they had fought each other... morons) and a report down at the station, and they're back in jail.
Oh, and btw, they discovered over a hundred spray cans in the guys room and a fair bit of dope and lots of empty Jim Beam bottles.
Now... I didn't ask for any of that. If you had been in my position and have grown up like I have, then you'd know that he wouldn't have stopped at the smoke in the face. He would've kept coming and coming and coming no matter what. I know the type, I've beat them down before and I will again if ever they get in my face again. But at the end of the day, I didn't ask for it. I don't want to live where I am but there's nothing for it so I make do with what I've got.
I'll be damned if I'm going to be a victim to some piece of
like him though. So as for why I like martial arts and why I get into fights... well, it's because I don't have a choice for the latter and because I refuse to be helpless for the former.
Heh, perhaps many of the people who are drawn to martial arts are also people who happen to need to know how to defend themselves because of where they live, how they live, who they are or however many other billion reasons there are.Lannon said:
The last fight I was in, with the knife-wielder, was about three or so months ago, maybe more (it was before I had a phone...). I live in what's called a rooming house: essentially a very large house in which the various rooms are rented out individually.
There are elven rooms and currently only three permanent residents. The rest stay for a month or two and then leave, depending on their personal circumstance. Although, having said that, the only difference between a permanent resident and a short-term resident is how long they stick around or have stuck around for.
Because of the mostly temporary nature and the lack of a need for bond or first months rent in advance, it is considered transient accomodation.
I won't go into the details of how or why I'm in such accomodations, but suffice it to say that although this particular rooming house is the best of its kind in the area, it ain't the Ritz.
Now, due to it being considered a quick and easy solution for accomodation purposes, both the Salvation Army and the Corrections Authority (ie. jailors) refer clients here. Currently there are two heroin junkies, a couple of dope-fiends (they were growing plants out the front in the vege-patch among the tomatoes... classic...) and a chronic alcholic. Two of these people I know for certain are currently on parole for robbery and/or assualt.
Now... I don't choose to live here. I can't afford to live anywhere else. I keep to myself and keep out of everyone elses way, but at the end of the day, a lot of people come through here and a lot of them are the scum of the earth.
And so one of them, a person who I found out later was on parole for assault, was clearly on drugs of some kind. It wasn't until I saw him in the hallway, sucking on an aerosol can of paint stripper, that I realized what it was he was on.
One day, whilst I was washing my dishes in the communal kitchen, he decided to get to know me. I was cordial but let it be known that I wasn't interested in conversation; definitely not rude, just not terribly forthcoming.
After that, he decided that every single time I went into the kitchen, since his room was right next to it, he would come out and bug me.
By the fifth or sixth time of him bugging me about everything from my name to my personal sexual preferences, I asked him if he could just leave me alone and that I really wasn't interested in talking. I walked off and hoped that was the end of it.
But that just made him even more persistant until he decided to get right up in my face (and trust me, he stunk) and blow cigarette smoke at me.
That was the last straw... I picked him up by his throat, threw him across the room, put him up against the wall, held on to his larynx so he couldn't breath, and told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn't leave me alone, I'd kill him.
So I turn my back on him (I knew what I was doing) and walked away. He decided to walk up behind me really close so I spun around and smacked him in the face, breaking his nose (and not just the cartiledge either...).
Two days later he and his friend begin trying to kick my door in. Two days of them harrassing me ended up with him barging into my room with a knife held up against my face. I managed to throw him out of my room but his friend backed him up so I couldn't disarm him and by that stage another person had joined in and was trying to calm things down.
I said that if he comes anywhere near me, I'll fulfill my promise and kill him. If I had of gotten the knife in that initial struggle, I garuantee you that I would've used it and used it until the little prick and his mate were dead. If it wasn't for the other guy intervening and someone else threatening to call the cops, that's most likely what would've happened.
So, they calm down and go back and I sleep with a knife and a stick by the bed. The next day, they start bashing the door AGAIN. So I wait for them to stop and then come out ready to kick arse and they've gone.
After a bit of thought and calming down, I decide that instead of getting into another fight in which I'll most likely kill someone or die trying, I'll go to the cops.
At the police station, before I've even had a chance to say my piece, I hear on the radio there that there's been a showdown at the rooming house. The copper tells me I should probably get down there at about the same time as I start walking out the door.
By the time I get back, I see that the place is CRAWLING with cops (I counted five cars) and half the road is blocked by an ambulance.
It turned out that, whilst I had decided to walk to the cops (I didn't have a phone then), the guy who had helped me out that night by intervening had heard the racket and had decided to call the cops. Two of them had turned up and the two guys were off their faces on dope and spray cans and apparently fought each other and the cops. They were so daft that they actually ATTACKED the cops... I mean... I'm sorry, but that's just STUPID, especially in Australia where the cops have guns and this guy had a friggin' paring knife... Anyway, capsicum spray and a few lies uncovered (they had lied about who was who and what was what in order to have at least one of them go free, even though they had fought each other... morons) and a report down at the station, and they're back in jail.
Oh, and btw, they discovered over a hundred spray cans in the guys room and a fair bit of dope and lots of empty Jim Beam bottles.
Now... I didn't ask for any of that. If you had been in my position and have grown up like I have, then you'd know that he wouldn't have stopped at the smoke in the face. He would've kept coming and coming and coming no matter what. I know the type, I've beat them down before and I will again if ever they get in my face again. But at the end of the day, I didn't ask for it. I don't want to live where I am but there's nothing for it so I make do with what I've got.
I'll be damned if I'm going to be a victim to some piece of
like him though. So as for why I like martial arts and why I get into fights... well, it's because I don't have a choice for the latter and because I refuse to be helpless for the former.
Re: Re: Why is it...
Thanks for anecdotal evidence.
Fourecks said:
Heh, perhaps many of the people who are drawn to martial arts are also people who happen to need to know how to defend themselves because of where they live, how they live, who they are or however many other billion reasons there are.
The last fight I was in, with the knife-wielder, was about three or so months ago, maybe more (it was before I had a phone...). I live in what's called a rooming house: essentially a very large house in which the various rooms are rented out individually.
There are elven rooms and currently only three permanent residents. The rest stay for a month or two and then leave, depending on their personal circumstance. Although, having said that, the only difference between a permanent resident and a short-term resident is how long they stick around or have stuck around for.
Because of the mostly temporary nature and the lack of a need for bond or first months rent in advance, it is considered transient accomodation.
I won't go into the details of how or why I'm in such accomodations, but suffice it to say that although this particular rooming house is the best of its kind in the area, it ain't the Ritz.
Now, due to it being considered a quick and easy solution for accomodation purposes, both the Salvation Army and the Corrections Authority (ie. jailors) refer clients here. Currently there are two heroin junkies, a couple of dope-fiends (they were growing plants out the front in the vege-patch among the tomatoes... classic...) and a chronic alcholic. Two of these people I know for certain are currently on parole for robbery and/or assualt.
Now... I don't choose to live here. I can't afford to live anywhere else. I keep to myself and keep out of everyone elses way, but at the end of the day, a lot of people come through here and a lot of them are the scum of the earth.
And so one of them, a person who I found out later was on parole for assault, was clearly on drugs of some kind. It wasn't until I saw him in the hallway, sucking on an aerosol can of paint stripper, that I realized what it was he was on.
One day, whilst I was washing my dishes in the communal kitchen, he decided to get to know me. I was cordial but let it be known that I wasn't interested in conversation; definitely not rude, just not terribly forthcoming.
After that, he decided that every single time I went into the kitchen, since his room was right next to it, he would come out and bug me.
By the fifth or sixth time of him bugging me about everything from my name to my personal sexual preferences, I asked him if he could just leave me alone and that I really wasn't interested in talking. I walked off and hoped that was the end of it.
But that just made him even more persistant until he decided to get right up in my face (and trust me, he stunk) and blow cigarette smoke at me.
That was the last straw... I picked him up by his throat, threw him across the room, put him up against the wall, held on to his larynx so he couldn't breath, and told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn't leave me alone, I'd kill him.
So I turn my back on him (I knew what I was doing) and walked away. He decided to walk up behind me really close so I spun around and smacked him in the face, breaking his nose (and not just the cartiledge either...).
Two days later he and his friend begin trying to kick my door in. Two days of them harrassing me ended up with him barging into my room with a knife held up against my face. I managed to throw him out of my room but his friend backed him up so I couldn't disarm him and by that stage another person had joined in and was trying to calm things down.
I said that if he comes anywhere near me, I'll fulfill my promise and kill him. If I had of gotten the knife in that initial struggle, I garuantee you that I would've used it and used it until the little prick and his mate were dead. If it wasn't for the other guy intervening and someone else threatening to call the cops, that's most likely what would've happened.
So, they calm down and go back and I sleep with a knife and a stick by the bed. The next day, they start bashing the door AGAIN. So I wait for them to stop and then come out ready to kick arse and they've gone.
After a bit of thought and calming down, I decide that instead of getting into another fight in which I'll most likely kill someone or die trying, I'll go to the cops.
At the police station, before I've even had a chance to say my piece, I hear on the radio there that there's been a showdown at the rooming house. The copper tells me I should probably get down there at about the same time as I start walking out the door.
By the time I get back, I see that the place is CRAWLING with cops (I counted five cars) and half the road is blocked by an ambulance.
It turned out that, whilst I had decided to walk to the cops (I didn't have a phone then), the guy who had helped me out that night by intervening had heard the racket and had decided to call the cops. Two of them had turned up and the two guys were off their faces on dope and spray cans and apparently fought each other and the cops. They were so daft that they actually ATTACKED the cops... I mean... I'm sorry, but that's just STUPID, especially in Australia where the cops have guns and this guy had a friggin' paring knife... Anyway, capsicum spray and a few lies uncovered (they had lied about who was who and what was what in order to have at least one of them go free, even though they had fought each other... morons) and a report down at the station, and they're back in jail.
Oh, and btw, they discovered over a hundred spray cans in the guys room and a fair bit of dope and lots of empty Jim Beam bottles.
Now... I didn't ask for any of that. If you had been in my position and have grown up like I have, then you'd know that he wouldn't have stopped at the smoke in the face. He would've kept coming and coming and coming no matter what. I know the type, I've beat them down before and I will again if ever they get in my face again. But at the end of the day, I didn't ask for it. I don't want to live where I am but there's nothing for it so I make do with what I've got.
I'll be damned if I'm going to be a victim to some piece of
Thanks for anecdotal evidence.
Re: Re: *snicker*
See Fourecks example below of martial arts training and emotional responses in action.
Martial arts is not a "single activity." Your request is unfair. There are any number of humanistic beliefs that could be combined with something as simple as weight training and first aid classes that could give you the same kind of benefits.
I was intending to comment on the incredibly hilarious notion of Chi (and all its related powers). Whoops. However, spirituality in general is commonly an entertaining topic. I dont see this as demeaning.
(contact) said:
As the practicioner trains, they begin to face and integrate many of these fears, making them less likely in all reality to react from an emotional place when challenged! In my experience, I have yet to encounter anything *other* than martial training that has reliably allowed me to face and overcome my fears. Are you aware of something I am not in this regard? (I mean this question sincererly.)
No, really.
See Fourecks example below of martial arts training and emotional responses in action.
(contact) said:
Martial arts is not a "single activity." Your request is unfair. There are any number of humanistic beliefs that could be combined with something as simple as weight training and first aid classes that could give you the same kind of benefits.
(contact) said:
I was intending to comment on the incredibly hilarious notion of Chi (and all its related powers
). Whoops. However, spirituality in general is commonly an entertaining topic. I dont see this as demeaning.hmmm
I do take into account the unexpected but like all things there is some probability of the unexpected occuring. The probability of my being attacked is very small. Therefore it is not worthwhile to spend huge amounts of time trying to prevent such an attack.
Education does have a bearing on your ability to avoid these kinds of dangers. If you do not believe me then you need to take a look at crime statistics. Compare the rate of violent crime in different neighborhoods with varying degrees of affluence.
I am very sorry for your friend but I do not see how martial arts training would have helped you defend yourself against a group of armed gunmen.
Darius101 said:
I do take into account the unexpected but like all things there is some probability of the unexpected occuring. The probability of my being attacked is very small. Therefore it is not worthwhile to spend huge amounts of time trying to prevent such an attack.
Education does have a bearing on your ability to avoid these kinds of dangers. If you do not believe me then you need to take a look at crime statistics. Compare the rate of violent crime in different neighborhoods with varying degrees of affluence.
I am very sorry for your friend but I do not see how martial arts training would have helped you defend yourself against a group of armed gunmen.
Though I suspect you know exactly what you're doing here and that you're enjoying every minute of this goad-fest, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you're just a moron mouthing off about something you know nothing about and basing your entire stance on nothing but impractical, romantic notions of peace and love.
Pray that you never get to find out what the real world is like...
Pray that you never get to find out what the real world is like...
Martial Arts is a type of education. Thanks for making my point more clear. lol
I have not only worked in law enforcement but I have seen the statistics. There is crime in many areas including Affluent Areas and neighborhoods. Affluence is not a measure of a person's honesty or integrity. It also is not a measure of a person's worth in society.
I know this is just gonna egg you on to post more it is just too entertaining to pass up the oppertunity to thank you for making your own point moot.
Darius
p.s. Glad to hear your ok Fourdecks. You showed good restraint in a bad situation.
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