An eye for an evil enemy.
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kingtycoonThe fault you understand, lies in other people, always.
There's this business on old facebook about how ladies are assaulted and answer in the affirmative that they too are spartacus & they too have been handled grotesquely by others. I sure hate that. Not speaking up that you've got pawed by a creep - you should say so, that's right- rather the pawing itself, I hate that. But it's on my mind because of this & I walk young Agatha around at night, taking a trip through the neighborhood & talking, as is our way. An old man's thoughts turn to notions of careful admonitions.
There was a time, not so long ago- the girls that came to game - when I ran D&D for 16 year old girls exclusively (it seemed) they'd go around in my neighborhood to see the stores & sights & they came back one time, running - telling a tale of what some spooky old man had said to them. Which meant to them - nothing at all - but which I knew & understood as a sinister catcall made by a degenerate. So next time I got them all those collapsable batons you can whip someone with as prizes. Figuring - well, you should absolutely clobber someone with tools if you're small & scared & they're fucking scaring you. At the time I said - "I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but also remember, the police might not like it if you have these. Aim for the knees & run away."
When it comes to people you meet on the street - I have complex experiences like anyone else - my favorites are: The lady who saw me and ran away after seeing me, the ill-intentioned indigent who needs to be dealt with firmly, the hapless indigent who just needs to know that people experience him as a person, the fully lost madman who cannot be addressed & must be ignored, the frightened looking college student who, if you spoke at them with a firm enough tone would probably - most likely, throw some money at you and run away crying.
I try and distill & synthesize these experiences for my cub - who others recognize as tall but who is to me little & good - into a lesson on How To Be Left The Fuck Alone.
Now - this goes back for me - back in small times I'd work the register & you'd know, sometimes, there'd be a person who was giving it a thought, pondering robbing you. You can tell right? When someone's thinking over what it'd be to pull out the knife or the gun & scare you into giving up the money. I mean - I know what that looks like, I know for sure. When it's that person, the one that you can't trust but who needs to know that you know that - you glare, the right kind of glare - and you put your hands where they can't see them and you keep them wrapped around the bat, or the broom or the stool or whatever it is you have close at hand that's a good tool for clobbering someone.
I go and I hang out with these guys who are security guards- they tell me that knife or no knife they can tell that I'm the sort of person you shouldn't fuck with - when I'm going over the merits of brining around a knife (in the shit neighborhood where i work - this all was said after a couple of ugly murders on the block). "Yeah," says J. Venture & R. Card - "a lotta peopel will go around with guns or whatever & you know they're going to panic & you can see them just getting robbed. But some people, you can tell - you just shouldn't fuck with them. That's how you are."
And kind of on-and kind of on. Here's the thing, my people got robbed, people around me get treated shabbily, I can tell when the badness is about to happen & I'm not 100% persuaded that all of this is just because I'm way bigger than everyone.
But I don't know how you develop this skill for knowing when someone wants to fuck with you and then making them not fuck with you by having all the scorn. I think this is the thing to teach(?) I mean, I have questions, I'm far from certain here - but it's what ocurrs to me to do - you teach your people & your young-kind-daughter how to have force & aggression against enemies & how to tell when someone's an enemy just by looking. Does this seem useless? Am I deluded?
There's this business on old facebook about how ladies are assaulted and answer in the affirmative that they too are spartacus & they too have been handled grotesquely by others. I sure hate that. Not speaking up that you've got pawed by a creep - you should say so, that's right- rather the pawing itself, I hate that. But it's on my mind because of this & I walk young Agatha around at night, taking a trip through the neighborhood & talking, as is our way. An old man's thoughts turn to notions of careful admonitions.
There was a time, not so long ago- the girls that came to game - when I ran D&D for 16 year old girls exclusively (it seemed) they'd go around in my neighborhood to see the stores & sights & they came back one time, running - telling a tale of what some spooky old man had said to them. Which meant to them - nothing at all - but which I knew & understood as a sinister catcall made by a degenerate. So next time I got them all those collapsable batons you can whip someone with as prizes. Figuring - well, you should absolutely clobber someone with tools if you're small & scared & they're fucking scaring you. At the time I said - "I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but also remember, the police might not like it if you have these. Aim for the knees & run away."
When it comes to people you meet on the street - I have complex experiences like anyone else - my favorites are: The lady who saw me and ran away after seeing me, the ill-intentioned indigent who needs to be dealt with firmly, the hapless indigent who just needs to know that people experience him as a person, the fully lost madman who cannot be addressed & must be ignored, the frightened looking college student who, if you spoke at them with a firm enough tone would probably - most likely, throw some money at you and run away crying.
I try and distill & synthesize these experiences for my cub - who others recognize as tall but who is to me little & good - into a lesson on How To Be Left The Fuck Alone.
Now - this goes back for me - back in small times I'd work the register & you'd know, sometimes, there'd be a person who was giving it a thought, pondering robbing you. You can tell right? When someone's thinking over what it'd be to pull out the knife or the gun & scare you into giving up the money. I mean - I know what that looks like, I know for sure. When it's that person, the one that you can't trust but who needs to know that you know that - you glare, the right kind of glare - and you put your hands where they can't see them and you keep them wrapped around the bat, or the broom or the stool or whatever it is you have close at hand that's a good tool for clobbering someone.
I go and I hang out with these guys who are security guards- they tell me that knife or no knife they can tell that I'm the sort of person you shouldn't fuck with - when I'm going over the merits of brining around a knife (in the shit neighborhood where i work - this all was said after a couple of ugly murders on the block). "Yeah," says J. Venture & R. Card - "a lotta peopel will go around with guns or whatever & you know they're going to panic & you can see them just getting robbed. But some people, you can tell - you just shouldn't fuck with them. That's how you are."
And kind of on-and kind of on. Here's the thing, my people got robbed, people around me get treated shabbily, I can tell when the badness is about to happen & I'm not 100% persuaded that all of this is just because I'm way bigger than everyone.
But I don't know how you develop this skill for knowing when someone wants to fuck with you and then making them not fuck with you by having all the scorn. I think this is the thing to teach(?) I mean, I have questions, I'm far from certain here - but it's what ocurrs to me to do - you teach your people & your young-kind-daughter how to have force & aggression against enemies & how to tell when someone's an enemy just by looking. Does this seem useless? Am I deluded?
