I'm a reactionist. That's what I do. I don't even know what I've done until it's over.
Gym class, ninth grade, we were playing dodgeball. My teacher was standing a few feet away from me and beemed the ball dead-on into my face. I called him an asshole and punched him in the stomach. I'm a survivor, I will fight to live I guess.
My house, in college, spring 1992 my roommate and I were throwing a ragin' party. Good times I tell ya. This guy was taking way too long in the bathroom so I started pounding on the door. Apparently, I pissed him off. I was drunk and he was in my bathroom with my *only* toilet. He swung the door open and it hit me on the right side of my face. I went into my non-thinking mode and punched him in the gut, grabbed my face and screamed fuck you. Later on, he apologized and then we made out for the rest of the night. A day or so later I got a black eye. At least I didn't fuck him.
Tonight, I played dodgeball with friends in a rented gym. It was me and about 30 guys. The friend that invited me had no idea that other women weren't invited. I played anyway. I sucked but at least I tried. After 2 hours of dodgeball I was a little tired and I was playing the last game. I went to pick up a ball and again, a guy, a few feet away from me, beemed me in the face. I looked at him and snarled, "Fuck you, you fucking asshole". He was lucky I didn't punch him. Later I apologized, was honest, said that it startled me and the words just came out.
Moral of the story: don't hit me in the face.
