Altercation avoided

[Uke]

That's the layman's version would you care to enlighten us with the scientific version? How have you been? Long time since I've seen you on the boards.

I don't spend a lot of time here. This board isn't what it used to be and has become stale for the most part.

Instead of me defining anything here, let me ask this question:

If chi is fight or flight response, is it true that you can only harness the power of chi during an altercation that brings about adrenaline? And if that is true, aren't you just using the word chi as a substitute for adrenaline?

And if all that is true, then how do internal practitioners utilize chi during practice to produce fajin? Do they have some way to release adrenaline even during the practice of forms and mock scenarios when no real danger exists?

Since I know chi/qi to be a Chinese internal art/medicine term, I wrote your take was "interesting" and thought you may have some additional insight to offer on it.

[Tom Yum]

Thanks, Bri. I didn't say much to the guy at all. I can roll with alot of verbage and did so with the guys swipe - sometimes this stuff is friendly horsin' around - but this dude's tone and body language escalated quickly probably cause he's an angry drunk and I'm a smaller preacfull-lookin' dude.

I didn't see him as the guy throwing quick 5 punch combinations; He seemed like the guy that would try to throw two or three home-run type punches at my face, try to barrel me back and foot ball kick me if he got me down.

To be honest there was a little bit of pre-fight rush jitters and a whole, whole lot of determination to break the guy if he put his hands on me or got into my personal space and what I could use as a weapon (glass, bar stool etc.) I had to dig deep to keep things professional and cool.

I'm glad I didn't fight because no one wins; the bouncers, bartenders and regulars know that I'm not a trouble maker.

Hardman, pie was the last thing on my mind last night, but promptly the first thing on my mind in the morning. lol

[Thai Bri]

This is potentially a great threead. Yet we seem determined to take it off course.

Tom, you did well mate. £Who knows what goes through the minds of these morons. You stood your ground and sent out a message - "Don't go too far."

There are two extremes you can use when trying to de-escalate a confrontation.

One is to go "passive," being so apologetic that they have no excuse to hit you! You look like a right pussy though!

The other is to go ballistic, screaming, threatening and foaming at the mouth. But then you look like the aggressor.

There is a better way. A middle way. A guy called Peyton Quinn developed these 4 rules for an assertive method of dealing with violent conflict. They work. Here goes.

1 - Show no fear

2 - Do not make threats

3 - Do not become abusive

4 - Give the guy what he feels is an honourable exit

Using these 4 rules you will appear to be a guy not to be fooked with. You will be in control of the situation, and anyone watching who has a brain will think very highly of you indeed.

Anyway, thanks for sharing Tom. It makes a change from the usual threads around here!

[DickHardman]

Went out last night.

Some big, drunk, over cocky motherf*cker came up to me. Pointed his finger at my chest to try the "hey look here" then come up with a quick swipe at the head. The guy then goes over to a group of ladies, tries to score and then gets shutdown.

I was in a pretty good mood at the time, rolled with it and kind of laughed. A few minutes pass by.

This guy's buddy starts talking shit about me - maybe just because I'm there? All kinds of shit. "hey look at that jackass...blah blah blah."

The bouncers and regulars know I'm a decent fella and I never, ever start shit. The guy himself starts getting louder and louder and more aggressive and spouting stuff left and right.

His buddy is wearing a shirt with his company logo on it (big mistake) and starts making faces at my direction from down the bar and pointing at me. I didn't say anything back. Just stared his ass down - if he got within my personal space, I was going to attack him hard.

His feet were at normal stance, legs straight (maybe locked?) first thing that flashed in my mind was a right cross into his face to stagger him (or knock him flat on his ass given his balance/stance and relatively small legs), check his leg/knee strength with a cut kick if he's still standing and then bar-stool-do for his buddy if he jumps in, whose much larger.

His buddy glanced at me, read my intentions, starts to back down and tries to dissassociate himself from the guy a little.

Guy realizes he's being a dip shit, starts doing the "hey buddy!" and tries to change his tone to change the environment he created and ease the tension. The bartenders sense he's had enough to drink, deny him and cut off his tab -- good on them!

I excercised a good bit of self-control and professionalism. I was more than ready to deliver the goods if it came to it.

The aggressor was a middle-eastern/latin looking guy in his early 40's, balding, approximately 5'9" - 5'11", husky-overweight 220-230 lbs with a moustache-goatee strap; he was wearing an olive green type polo and shorts.

His buddy was a blonde gentelman, mid to late 30's, wearing a white, button up shirt, khaki pants with a company logo on the left hand side, stood approximately 6'2" to 6'4" and probably weighed 240 ish, slightly overweight but not compared to his friend.

that sucks that some fat guy tried to give you shit when you were out at the bar. however, the question really is.............



....did you get to have any pie???


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[Hardball]

That's a really interesting definition of chi.

That's the layman's version would you care to enlighten us with the scientific version? How have you been? Long time since I've seen you on the boards.

[Uke]

Flight or Fright= Chi..............symptoms =butterflies in your stomach.

That's a really interesting definition of chi.

[Hardball]

Flight or Fright= Chi..............symptoms =butterflies in your stomach.

[Tom Yum]

I was in the zone.

Not sure about the chi, but I was ready without seeming overzealous. Felt the same as when I do when I'm ready to spar, except I was also paying attention to my environment.

[Hardball]

I had a similar experience on the train earlier this year. Being ready at all times is what makes us practicing martial artists special people. Good for you. Did you feel your chi flowing?

[Tom Yum]

Went out last night.

Some big, drunk, over cocky motherf*cker came up to me. Pointed his finger at my chest to try the "hey look here" then come up with a quick swipe at the head. The guy then goes over to a group of ladies, tries to score and then gets shutdown.

I was in a pretty good mood at the time, rolled with it and kind of laughed. A few minutes pass by.

This guy's buddy starts talking shit about me - maybe just because I'm there? All kinds of shit. "hey look at that jackass...blah blah blah."

The bouncers and regulars know I'm a decent fella and I never, ever start shit. The guy himself starts getting louder and louder and more aggressive and spouting stuff left and right.

His buddy is wearing a shirt with his company logo on it (big mistake) and starts making faces at my direction from down the bar and pointing at me. I didn't say anything back. Just stared his ass down - if he got within my personal space, I was going to attack him hard.

His feet were at normal stance, legs straight (maybe locked?) first thing that flashed in my mind was a right cross into his face to stagger him (or knock him flat on his ass given his balance/stance and relatively small legs), check his leg/knee strength with a cut kick if he's still standing and then bar-stool-do for his buddy if he jumps in, whose much larger.

His buddy glanced at me, read my intentions, starts to back down and tries to dissassociate himself from the guy a little.

Guy realizes he's being a dip shit, starts doing the "hey buddy!" and tries to change his tone to change the environment he created and ease the tension. The bartenders sense he's had enough to drink, deny him and cut off his tab -- good on them!

I excercised a good bit of self-control and professionalism. I was more than ready to deliver the goods if it came to it.

The aggressor was a middle-eastern/latin looking guy in his early to mid 40's, mostly bald, approximately 5'9" - 5'11", husky-overweight 220-230 lbs with a moustache-goatee strap; he was wearing an olive green type polo and shorts.

His buddy was a blonde gentelman, mid to late 30's, wearing a white, button up shirt, khaki pants with a company logo on the left hand side, stood approximately 6'2" to 6'4" and probably weighed 240 ish, slightly overweight but not compared to his friend.