<whiny rant>
I'm very frustrated right now. I'll try to do my best to explain.
I have to preface this with: I'm not a violent person. I don't pick fights, I don't hit my kid, I never beat my (now ex) wife, ETC, as I think that kind of thing is screwed up.
I've always been the type of person to remove myself from violent situations (run away some might say) rather than throw down. Several situations from my childhood come to mind.
One time at a school function, a kid decided to pick on me. He was slapping me and tormenting me. I cowered for the first bit of it, then without thinking, I knocked him off of the bleachers. Instead of beating the shit out of him, I ran away and left the situation behind me.
Another time was similar in where a kid was picking on me, hitting me, ETC. Again I cowered from him until I snapped. I happened to have a large flashlight in my hand and I decked him in the head with it. Instead of beating the shit out of him, I ran away.
I can come up with tons of examples, both more subtle and more severe, of the above described situations.
Many people would call me a pussy and say that I don't stand up for myself and that I run away from adversity. It sure seems to be true.
In my adult years, I've found myself in a weird state of mind. I don't mind rough housing and all that, but I find myself getting REALLY pissed off when someone hits me. It doesn't matter if it's man, woman, or child. Tickling, poking, and horsing around doesn't bother me, in fact I find it to be a rather good time, but when someone hits me, even in fun, I find myself getting very angry. Angry to the point that I'm ready to hit them back in a big way. I've never actually done it, but the urge is there and it is sometimes very strong. It's like there is this fine line between fun and "too rough".
This bothers me a lot. Recently I was horsing around with a person for whom I care about very much, and at one point, the person gave me a couple of pretty solid shot to the shoulder. They didn't hurt or anything, but for some reason, they seemed like they were meant to. Anyway, I immediately went from fun-time mode to pissed-off-beyond-all-belief mode. I had this very strong urge at the moment to knock the person on their ass right then and there.
Thank god I didn't do it. Instead I excused myself from the situation and took some cooling off time.
I know this is my own personal problem and not anything that my friend did wrong, but what am I supposed to do about this? I'd hate to think that someday I'll just flip out and start gunning down people in the street.
I'm tired of feeling like a complete push over. I'm tired of being that person that lets everyone walk all over him. What the heck am I supposed to do?
</whiny rant>