Something else I’ve noticed, is I usually only get messed with when I’m wearing sunglasses.
Not what I’d call traditionally “big”, but I am extremely tall (6’7" or 8", depending in AM or PM).
I’ve had my share of people try to start fights simply because I am tall, usually in groups.
Typically it’s a bar or a sporting event, but it also happened in the military a fair amount.
I just don’t go; they can have it.
I would say the amount of people looking to fight me has gone down, but than again I don’t attend parties or bars where dudes are attempting to show off extra machismo to try and get laid.
Now that I wear glasses full time, I am getting a lot of Clark Kent/Superman references which are starting to get kind of old.
OP ,
get a neck tattoo. neck tattoos always have that “I’ll bite your fucking face off” look.
I’m ex military, shitty tattoos all over my arms and I was wearing a tight tank top ( you know, 'cuz gym time ). Don’t think it would have made a difference.
Are you wearing sun glasses like Elton John might wear?
Haha, nice. No man, just some maui jim aviators.
but it’s not a neck tattoo
Is it sad that one day I hope all these things happen to me
Unlike @T3hPwnisher, I have to decide wether I want to wear that tank top and be comfortable and laughed at for not having arms. Right now I can only bring myself to wear them at the beach and cutting grass.
You lucky big people with all your “problems” lol
I’m not that big. I feel like people stopped fucking with me when I hit 185ish, with jokes about my gym life here and there. At 200ish, I mightt get a “Lookin swole” and “Tryna get like you” here and there.
I used to fight Muay Thai at 132/143 and people talked shit on me all the time and women dissed me
I don’t even consider myself big. I just get compliments and jokes.
Stop wearing them inside.
At night.
It’s cute the first time or 2, but it gets old SUPER quick.
Nope… Doesn’t hurt that I look like a old biker anymore
I think there’s something about a truck of a grown ass man that makes just about everyone think “way more trouble than it could ever be worth”. One of our regulars is a legit former 500+ raw bencher in his late 40’s who I’m sure could still toss up at least 405. He lifted with a lot of the same guys who ran the powerlifting gym I lifted at for a while. He’s like a 5’8" bowling ball of grey-haired muscle.
I don’t recall anyone ever giving him anything other than space and deference. It doesn’t hurt that he’s a generally great guy who always acts cool. He’s usually gone earlier in the evening though, and I imagine he’d eventually encounter some poor fool who wanted to call his number if he stayed for the late night fuckery. Who knows though? It would take a brave soul, but misguided bravery/machismo has a way of popping up after enough alcohol.
Old enough to have grown kids and still being a monster just comes across completely different than young, jacked and tan, all without saying a word.
Im 2 metres 18cms for reference and currently at 145kg (7ft2…ish)
It only happened once, and I think it was all that was needed. Im pretty sure ive told this story before in my log but its probably the most relatable to the OP.
I used to have the nickname “BFG” in my younger years. I never really wanted to have drama with anyone, I was raised and taught that if youre in a hostile situation, you havent judged the situation well enough prior and violence was only needed to be used in self defence of yourself, or people unable to defend for themselves.
A dude in my year group along with his lackey mates when I was in my senior years of school had been mouthing off towards me for a couple of days. It didnt really bother me, ‘sticks and stones’, you know? He had a reputation of being the tough guy that bullied people and decided he needed a new target.
Anyway, it was late afternoon and the mouthing off had moved from empty stuff like “all show no go” towards my size and other petty insults, then he moved onto my family. He mentioned something about my mom and I seen red. I got the bloke clean and did a “bit” of damage. I felt horrible for doing it but after it and I still don’t hold pride in it however, I never had any drama for the remainder of my time there. Since leaving the education system, nothing has really happened since that would be considered hostile but that could either be from me being a better judge of the situation, or perhaps mature adults havr bigger fish to fry then try uphold a weak ego.
You just described the type of guy I would sit down and drink with.
I think you should be proud of this. Being a giant doesn’t give anyone a license to fuck with you, nor are you somehow exempt from standing up for yourself. Violence doesn’t come easy for those of us who try to stay under the protective mantle of good conduct, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be a good course of action at times. I firmly believe that a willingness to be violent can be a positive characteristic for humans. You said it yourself, that was the end of it. Good job.
I don’t want to hurt anyone either, and for the most part I haven’t. Just a few throws, chokes, clinches, beard grabs, arm-drags, joint manipulation, fireman’s carries and a few good old-fashioned shoves. I can count the number of punches I’ve thrown at work on one hand. When I’m at work I’m well-aware of just how much stronger I am than most, how much better my balance is, my judgement, my timing and my training. I’m not some martial arts master, but I still haven’t tangled with anyone on the job I’d consider a challenging opponent. I’ve banged people up for sure, but I’m proud to have kept my force in check, considering the circumstances.
Be proud of handling violence. It happens. It’s part of being a man, or at least it can be if you’re put in such a position. In the words of Bill and Ted, “Be Excellent To Each Other”. If that fails, be ready to defend yourself.
Has anyone ever told you you’re tall? Are you a basketball player? You must be. You’re so tall!
This can be arranged, should you ever decide to visit the great state of Maine! There’s a definite Hoosier shortage around here.
I just want to say, this thread has made me feel a hell of a lot better about everything. Just knowing I’m not the only one who’s had to deal w/this shit. Things I haven’t said. I have pretty bad PTSD. I’m middle-aged. When I was younger I had issues w/extreme rage related to PTSD. I had a hair trigger and ended up in jail a few times. Then, I went to court ordered therapy, regular therapy and ended up marrying a psychologist. I figured out how to completely shut it down…and let me tell how much of a relief it was to finally be able to relax around people. I felt that shit boiling up and frankly I’m scared of myself because I don’t think when I get in that state of mind. Hadn’t felt that in quite some time…was surprised to know it was still lurking in a corner. I’m the nicest MF’er you would ever meet. If someone bumps into me, I just apologize and keep going. I save the crazy for when it’s needed. Having control of that rage helped my career immensely where violence and all the skills related to it have no place. Sometimes I wonder where the balance is.