KINDNESS FOR WEAKNESS

People often tell me that I am antisocial. However, the truth is that I have a very low tolerance for the disregard, disrespect, and lack of consideration that people have for others. I am 6'3" tall and I weigh 255 lbs. I have 21" biceps and I bench press 500 lbs when in proper training condition; yet, I am always engaged in a game of walking chicken when in the mall or walking through the halls of LSUS. I make an extra effort to walk on the right side of the walkways thinking this is the general rule, but I find myself having to dodge, step aside, or even move abruptly to avoid a head on collision. It is always some guy that wants to test his testosterone level or some woman (usually young) that thinks she is the center of the universe. Cognizant of the bodily harm that could potentially be caused by an accident, I steer clear of the oncoming vehicle and vent my road rage by silently calling them idiots. Although I avoid potential danger, there is always that temptation to stand my ground and allow the Pintos, Explorers, and Mini Coopers to run head on into a Mack truck. I wonder what would happen if the kinder me stayed home and the eighteen wheels of my strength roared uncontrollably down the halls looking to destroy everything in my path.