Now, this will be somewhat rambling, since I'm just sitting down after easily brushing through class and workin' out and such. No real plan, just want to keep on myself about puttin' myself out there for people to see.

The title won't make sense for awhile, and if ya are like SOME people, prolly shouldn't read it since you'll just get bored. (How is reading boring? >.>)

Anywho, this is a story about something that happened about 8 years ago, and I think it's a decent insight into my overall personality.

It was just the average school day, switching over buses at the nearby highschool to go home. I was in 8th grade at the time. My brother and I went to school together, but as he was younger by 3 years we sat in different spots. (Differences in age that early REALLY make a difference between circles of friends.) So as we transferred, he'd usually get on the second bus first.

As I was ascending the steps to the second bus, I saw a kid violently punching my brother in the head.

Now. For clarification, my bro is the the single most awesome person in the world to me. He's pretty much my counter-balance, he's rational when I'm not, calm where I'm excited, upbeat when I'm depressed. We're totally the same, and different in almost every way.

What happened next was automatic. I ran over and thrust my elbow as painfully as possible into this bully's ribs. He got one shot to my eye, and upon trying to hit me again, I grabbed his hand. Taking one hand on his, the other on his arm, I twisted and broke his wrist. I didn't say anything, just calmly left, took my crying brother to the back with me to avoid commotion when the driver got back.

Now....you may be puzzled. What the heck does the title have to do with anything in this story? Well, that occurs when I explain my thought process.

I actually do love that bully. I'm terribly sorry for whatever terrible upbringing he had that molded him into the type of person that would attack my bro. I wish there could have been a way to find out what was wrong with him, and find out and fix what makes him so violent. If there were a way to reach him, help him out with his problems, I would've done that. No question. But there wasn't a way. There was a threat to my dear brother and it had to be answered immediately.

So...for the no one that's currently reading this far...I DO have a question for the audience. How would I describe myself? I wouldn't call myself a pacifist, but I definitely wouldn't describe myself as violent by any means. I do love everyone, and wish the best for everyone at all possible moments, even those who've done the most damage. At the same time, I'm not a 'turn the other cheek' type either. The needs of the moment sometimes can appear contradictory to ideals.

This is part of an overall question of mine in trying to define myself. It's not easy, since it's very complex. Basically- I'm capable of anything. There's certain trends in my traits, but they always bend and switch depending on tons of circumstances. I can't always say I'll be 'passive' or 'aggressive' or 'quiet' or 'loud' or anything really, I'll be all of it, depending on what is happening.

Eh. At least this'll be posted for when someone gets bored enough to read it.