I am the kind of person who is afraid of getting beaten up. I am afraid of fight. A guy was treatening me on a job and I climb him down. Guess what? He was telling me he was gonna beaten me up after work and blah blah. He was playing the psycho. Unfortunately, I am not the type who fights. A few days ago, I just saw 7 men beating up one man in the street and it affected my psycology. It happened in front of me. He was lying on the bed and 7 men were kicking his head at the same time. I am seriously afraid of fights.
The idea we all make brave warriors, belies the fact there are so few great warriors. Audie Murphy was a short little guy, and the most decorated soldier in WWII, and became a Hollywood star, but he was a nice guy damnit! He never for a moment, expected anyone to be like him, and was pretty humble about who he was. He was a hero, because he did what he thought was right and fought for the people he loved. He was what warriors call "One of Us", rather than one of "US and Them". He fought because he felt he had to fight, not because he wanted to. Fear is the little death, the mind-killer, but we are all mindless from time to time. The trick in life is to know what cards you hold, know when to play em, and which ones to discard. If you are that scared, take up Aikido or something, face your fear in a constructive and healthy way. Tai Chi can be used for martial arts as well, but I would say simply running a mile a day will make a difference, because the issue is, you have to prove to yourself, that you will defend yourself and care for yourself. Running away from a fight, is nothing to be ashamed of, especially if you know you are not prepared to fight, and are working on becoming prepared and, just doing the best you can like anything else you do in life.
Never really been in a fight. Been pushed around a bit. Pushed a bit. Did enough boxing to be know what I'm doing. I'll tell you this much, I used to worry about my courage as I was growing up, then one night I was put on the spot while I was working behind the bar and the only way I saw out of the situation was to use force. When I was put on the spot, things changed. I realise now I'm actually a lot stronger than I gave myseld credit for and survival instincts kicked in. This happened 3 times during my young career as a bar girl all with the same result. I never threw a punch, I just used upper body strength and force and I totally surprised myself when in that "rage" moment. I've never worried or doubted myself again. Been a good 10 years since, figured I've only gotten smarter and stronger.
I'm not afraid of fighting. I will fight if I have to. I try to avoid it, though. What I'm afraid of is being bullied. I just don't like the whole predicament of someone saying, "I'm gonna beat you up," or whatever. A couple of weeks ago a guy told me I better watch my mouth, that he could make one call and make me disappear. I had called him stupid.
i'm not afraid of fighting, i'm afraid of the consequences of fighting. like, i don't want to lose my job and develop a criminal record just because some asshole forced me to break a pool stick over his head.
I was in one fight in high school, before a football game. I egged the guy on to get one free shot and instead of punching me, he pushed me, so I threw him against the bleachers and started beating the shit out of him until some parents restrained me. After the incident, word got around that he sought to seek revenge by telling people that he was going to stab me. I think he got expelled or landed in juvie for unrelated issues tho. I wouldn't provoke a fight these days, I would probably try to avoid a fight as much as possible but I wouldn't say I'm scared of a fight.
Nobody is ever content with fighting, its never enough, like drinking saltwater, or idiotically beating your head against the wall and insisting it feels good.
When my wife and I are in an unwinnable argument on either end we have learned to put our hands behind our backs and then grunt at each other. Then we just thrash out shoulders into each other. By the end of it we are in that much hysterical laughter we forget about the argument.
I've known other women like that... territorial. It reminds me of childrearing on the commune, where we had a guy who specialized in play fighting with the kids and losing. He was a good loser.