posted on Mar, 20 2011 @ 11:13 AM
First time that I got my ass kicked, I was 5 years old.
It was at the hands of a grown man, my father. He left me bleeding, dazed, and confused.
His ritual of choice became brutal whippings.
I eventually developed such a high tolerance to pain, that to this day there's nothing that seems to hurt me.
Throughout my school years some of the toughest kids and most notorious bullies picked fights with me. Little did they know what had been going on
behind closed doors at my house.
I was in a lot of street fights. I never picked one, and never lost one either.
In every case I was somehow magically able to immediately get the opponent in a choke hold. At which point I'd ask them if they'd like to “give
up.” Everyone of them quickly agreed.
Even though I was in a position to seriously hurt these bullies, I never did.
You see, I deeply understood what it was like to be physically and emotionally hurt.
I became super-sensitive to what I perceived as the feelings of all creatures, and ended up going through life trying to avoid hurting anything.
Peace on Earth!
edit on 20-3-2011 by seasoul because: (no reason given)