One Blow

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There are a lot of things and people in this world that can make a good person decide not to be good anymore. Especially due to the fact that we've all come to realize that being good and kind is like a secret gateway that you open for people to come in and hurt you. People tend to want to take advantage of a good person. They do things to you without giving it a second thought because to them, there really isn't going to be a lot of consequences for their actions so if you get hurt, then no problem, you're a good guy, you will get over it.

What they always fail to realize is that they may not be inflicting physical pain on you, but they're slowly changing you, and this is because no one wants to get hurt multiple times, so the survival instinct in us tells us that for all of this to stop, we have to act aggressively, we have to be rude and fight back. And truth be told, when we do change from that gentle cool guy that we used to be and become tough, people tend to stop messing with us, thus giving us the exact result we've always wanted so we stay that way.

I remember back in high school, I was that kid who made everyone laugh, even the teachers. I was almost the class clown but you see my comedy came with class and swag so no one saw me as a clown, instead I was everyone's friend. I never fought anyone because no one really gave me any trouble until this particular day in class when this other kid offended me and kept on making jest of me in class. He obviously was doing it to impress the ladies and that was why I struck that first blow, I made sure it was hard and direct.

He didn't see it coming, neither did the other kids. I knew for a fact that that kid would continue making fun of me if I had done nothing. We were both taken to the staff room where the teachers dealt with me and he received treatment for his bleeding lip.

I remember how the guys from the other class found it hard to believe that I did what I did and they had to come confirm from me if it was true. That was the day they all realized that the class comedian wasn't someone to be messed with.

What I did wasn't exactly a good thing, but I had to do what I had to do in other to avoid someone else thinking they could do the same to me and before you know it, the whole class is making jest of me.

That one blow ended a lot of future insults.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you could be a good person and all of that but sometimes, you just need to strike that one blow just to remind the people that you shouldn't be hurt or messed with.