If I wasn't a firm defender of the rational...

I don't get that one.

First, it's not people I don't like. It's people that go after me, often in a big way, that guy I was talking about was terrible. The pin-sized one, I mean he would insult me loudly and make obscene gestures whenever he saw me.

The amusing thing is that I didn't know what to do. I couldn't have gone physical with him for two reasons, first, he never got physical himself and second, he looked like a child compared to me. I couldn't argue with him because there was nothing to argue about. It was just obnoxious and wrong. I couldn't insult him either because it would have put me at his level and that was exactly what he wanted. So I did the only thing I could. Whenever he spoke to me I would look over his head with a puzzled look on my face. As if I was trying to guess who was speaking to me but couldn't see him. It put the laughter on my side, other times I would pretend that I was bugged by a fly buzzing around. I was very good at it. Practice makes perfect and thanks to him I got a lot of it. Still, he wouldn't stop, like those minuscule dogs who keep barking endlessly. Anyway, it got to a point where it would cramp my style. I couldn't talk to a girl in his presence without risking his obnoxious intervention and even when I already knew her, I would pretend that I was in a hurry and couldn't speak to her. Sometimes the girl thought I was losing interest, Ironically, sometimes that's the thing to do. Anyway, it bugged me a great deal. And It's got to a point when I was thinking of moving to another school. That's when he decided to hurl his bike against a truck (that so him, he couldn't even kill himself without ruining someone's life, IE the truck driver, who would have to live with having killed someone, even if involuntarily that's got to traumatize a person.) I don't know if it was suicide though, if it was, it was idiotic and short-sighted. I mean could have been severely handicapped and still alive for a very long time. Anyway, if it wasn't suicide it was definitely reckless riding, which for him was business as usual.


The other guy, muscle man, was also a terrible person. I mean he was much stronger than me, which in a street fight isn't necessarily decisive but we weren't in the street, we were in the army and the colonel took a shine to him. I mean even if I did a street move and say kick him in the balls, chances a are a prick like that would be wearing a cup anyway, and he likely had abs of steel so I wouldn't like my chances. But in the barracks, I was dead meat no matter what I did. Seriously, when he decided to get stupid drunk and smoke some shit on top of that that made him lose his mind and think that he was superman or a bird, or a plane ( ) he did me a great service. I could have sent him a thank you note but it would have been cruel and I am not like that.

It would be irrational of me to pretend that these things never happened. These are just coincidences but add them to about a half a dozen others of lesser importance and statistically speaking you get something like winning the first prize in a national lottery, twice! Something that surely never happened or we would have heard about it.

However, coincidences happen.