Have you ever noticed how some people in life have a “kick me” sign on their back, like they are repeatedly targeted by others? Have you ever heard somebody react to news of a violent crime with disbelief, saying “I never thought it could happen here?” Why does it seem that some are incapable of defending themselves when attacked, begging not to be harmed?
There are two kinds of people in the world – those who are aggressive and those who are not. Many of us have been taught from a young age to be kind and polite in words and deeds. Decent qualities for a decent society, but without the ability to be aggressive, that teaching sets people up for victimhood when the illusion of decent society melts away. Those who have been given occupational training (security, police, military, martial arts) know that alertness and aggression must be learned and channeled into something useful.
Finding The Fuel, Correcting Your Expectations
Before you can turn aggression into something useful, you must have it in the first place. Calm people may have the ability to be aggressive, but more often the most aggressive people you meet have a bit of inner turmoil. Aggression must have fuel, and sometimes merely possessing that demeanor is enough. I had an interesting incident almost ten years ago that illustrates this point: I had moved to a new state, and I had just gone through a divorce. Life was not good – I had little to live for, and a lot of anger. It was 2am, and since Walmart was open, I went for a little bit of retail therapy. I left my carry pistol at home that night. I was in a bad mood, and I just did not bother to put it on. After I parked my car in the lot, I was walking toward the entrance when I heard a voice behind me, “Hey man, can I see your wallet?” I turned around, faced with a young guy around my height holding a small pistol. I was livid. Two thoughts went through my mind. Thought #1 “Well, I could die tonight and I just don’t care.” Thought #2 “I’m going to get a free pistol. Beat him with it and take it from him. This might be fun!” I was more focused on that second thought, every muscle tensed up – ready to leap at him. Amazingly, the guy with the gun lifted his hands, muttered some kind of excuse or apology, and took off running in the other direction. I briefly considered chasing him, but decided I would rather get back to shopping.Continue reading“Aggression and Awareness, by SwampFox”