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Canary said: 

Once visited my ex and one of the pitbulls never recognized me so he attacked. I pushed it off then sacrificed my weak arm ( wearing leather jacket ).

Dog grabs my forearm while I look out for the other one who happens to be a giant pitbull, ex is screaming and I slip out the screen door.

I let the dog live.

That experience also gave me a glimpse of how easy it would be for me to have killed the dog. First of all the dog was in the wrong by making me offensive, so when I think about what I'll do next time a creature starts cutting me up, the thoughts are glorious. 

Not glorious in the sense that I'd want it to happen, but if it happens, yes. I couldn't agree more. I have a dozen different ways to kill the bastard, and I have no choice cause it hurt and if I wasn't armored in leather it would've been real serious, so it feels good thinking what I'd do. For life.

In less words, this experience has led to you fantasizing about killing vicious dogs, and it feels good when you do so. 

Turncoat said: 

Canary said: 

Once visited my ex and one of the pitbulls never recognized me so he attacked. I pushed it off then sacrificed my weak arm ( wearing leather jacket ).

Dog grabs my forearm while I look out for the other one who happens to be a giant pitbull, ex is screaming and I slip out the screen door.

I let the dog live.

That experience also gave me a glimpse of how easy it would be for me to have killed the dog. First of all the dog was in the wrong by making me offensive, so when I think about what I'll do next time a creature starts cutting me up, the thoughts are glorious. 

Not glorious in the sense that I'd want it to happen, but if it happens, yes. I couldn't agree more. I have a dozen different ways to kill the bastard, and I have no choice cause it hurt and if I wasn't armored in leather it would've been real serious, so it feels good thinking what I'd do. For life.

In less words, this experience has led to you fantasizing about killing vicious dogs, and it feels good when you do so. 

 I stated that I don't want it to happen you dumb fuck. What's satisfying is the thought of dispelling a life threatening situation.

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Chuck is solid muscle and bone. In the heat of the moment I was able to issue commands, or rather tell him where to attack. I gave him my weaker arm for a reason.

Before the dog jumped for my arm it was clear he was going to. When they do jump they are vulnerable while airborne. That's when you strike with a right hook followed by a hard roundhouse before stomping them out. Of course this isn't enough cause these dogs are pretty tanky. You'll have to grab them by the scruff, drag them to an open space (preferably pavement) then swing around in a circle to build speed then smash the dog against a brick wall or the ground. Rinse repeat, take your time. The corner of a brick wall is more effective.

I watched a piece with a man with scars. He was hiking when he was attacked by a cougar. He ended up killing it with his bare hands. God gave us adrenaline for such reasons. Despite the nightmare factor that guy recieved a mental reward similar to scoring the greatest goal ever and the place goes crazy with applause.

As for me. I know a pitbull and we're friends like other pitbulls I once knew. I call her Misses licky face sometimes and I give her hugs when I see her. This is my preferred relationship to have with animals.

Hawk said: 

Turncoat said: 

Canary said: 

Once visited my ex and one of the pitbulls never recognized me so he attacked. I pushed it off then sacrificed my weak arm ( wearing leather jacket ).

Dog grabs my forearm while I look out for the other one who happens to be a giant pitbull, ex is screaming and I slip out the screen door.

I let the dog live.

That experience also gave me a glimpse of how easy it would be for me to have killed the dog. First of all the dog was in the wrong by making me offensive, so when I think about what I'll do next time a creature starts cutting me up, the thoughts are glorious. 

Not glorious in the sense that I'd want it to happen, but if it happens, yes. I couldn't agree more. I have a dozen different ways to kill the bastard, and I have no choice cause it hurt and if I wasn't armored in leather it would've been real serious, so it feels good thinking what I'd do. For life.

In less words, this experience has led to you fantasizing about killing vicious dogs, and it feels good when you do so. 

 I stated that I don't want it to happen you dumb fuck. What's satisfying is the thought of dispelling a life threatening situation.

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Chuck is solid muscle and bone. In the heat of the moment I was able to issue commands, or rather tell him where to attack. I gave him my weaker arm for a reason.

Before the dog jumped for my arm it was clear he was going to. When they do jump they are vulnerable while airborne. That's when you strike with a right hook followed by a hard roundhouse before stomping them out. Of course this isn't enough cause these dogs are pretty tanky. You'll have to grab them by the scruff, drag them to an open space (preferably pavement) then swing around in a circle to build speed then smash the dog against a brick wall or the ground. Rinse repeat, take your time. The corner of a brick wall is more effective.

I watched a piece with a man with scars. He was hiking when he was attacked by a cougar. He ended up killing it with his bare hands. God gave us adrenaline for such reasons. Despite the nightmare factor that guy recieved a mental reward similar to scoring the greatest goal ever and the place goes crazy with applause.

As for me. I know a pitbull and we're friends like other pitbulls I once knew. I call her Misses licky face sometimes and I give her hugs when I see her. This is my preferred relationship to have with animals.

 

 

 This is hilariously weird.

Violence hurts me. It feels like someone is attacking me, even if it’s someone else being attacked.  It’s a weird feeling though. Like I’m shocked anyone could be so mean, but also mad that they have to do it in front of me. Unless I’m drunk or it’s entertainment, violence is stressful to me because I just want everyone to get along.

you were just following your animal instincts. your brain was full of norepinephrine. for ordinary, peaceful people it is a lot of stress to be angry, but sometimes anger and violence is the only way out or our politicians tell us so. such is the nature of people. we are the smartest monkeys on this fucking planet. a small number of people are willing to spend a huge amount of time reaching compromises and influencing people with methods of persuasion, but anger and rage solve problems much faster. :)

Personally, it's not a big deal, it's just a fight. Sometimes you get fucked up, sometimes you win, it's a sare face or a rid face. All you get to do is choose 

I used to like it it was my drug, but now I feel it coming, and I try to be kind and leave before it happens, I am being kind, even at my age. I don't want to go to jail forever and they don't know who they are fuckin with. 

ChallengeSeeker said: 

Hawk said: 

 

 This is hilariously weird.

 If I meaure these now faint scars, I can tell you how far apart this pitbulls fangs are from one another.

What's funny is, the dog can try to kill us, but if anyone sees the dog getting it's ass kicked after it picked a fight, an angry mob of people will come to the dog's aid, and they won't complain if the table turned. 

Hawk said: 

Turncoat said: 

Canary said: 

Once visited my ex and one of the pitbulls never recognized me so he attacked. I pushed it off then sacrificed my weak arm ( wearing leather jacket ).

Dog grabs my forearm while I look out for the other one who happens to be a giant pitbull, ex is screaming and I slip out the screen door.

I let the dog live.

That experience also gave me a glimpse of how easy it would be for me to have killed the dog. First of all the dog was in the wrong by making me offensive, so when I think about what I'll do next time a creature starts cutting me up, the thoughts are glorious. 

Not glorious in the sense that I'd want it to happen, but if it happens, yes. I couldn't agree more. I have a dozen different ways to kill the bastard, and I have no choice cause it hurt and if I wasn't armored in leather it would've been real serious, so it feels good thinking what I'd do. For life.

In less words, this experience has led to you fantasizing about killing vicious dogs, and it feels good when you do so. 

 I stated that I don't want it to happen you dumb fuck. What's satisfying is the thought of dispelling a life threatening situation.

There's people who go through being beaten up by people who end up acquiring similar issues to your issue with the dog, it's a gateway for many of the -isms based on the traits of the assailant over what parts don't match up with the victim. 

Racism against black people for example in some individuals develops after being beaten up by one, or some. Even when the person could logically understand it's not their fault as a group, the trigger remains and the daydreaming continues to relieve the pain of a fearful scar left over. This sort of splitting can happen over race, gender, cultural views, politics, etc. 

You sound as if you were traumatized by the event and now carry it over to thinking about destroying vicious dogs for the satisfaction of feeling as if you've survived, but once you start fantasizing it you're hypothetically starting it. Regardless of how Trauma is to blame for it you now fantasize about killing dogs. 

It gives me anxiety and I want nothing to do with it