A bully calls you names, spreads rumours about you, and spits in your face. You ignore the names, you dismiss the rumours, and you stoically wipe the saliva off your face. Then your bully makes “Your Mom is so dumb” jokes, or talks about your best friend’s visible imperfections – “What’s up with the gap in her teeth?”, “He has pizza face!” or “He has pubic hair on his chin” – and suddenly you’ve rolled up your sleeves and you’re ready to smack a jerk.
The above may contain exaggerations, but I feel this applies to a lot of people: It’s okay if you hurt me, but you will feel pain if you hurt someone who means a lot to me.
What happens when the person hurting the person you care for, is the same person? That’s right: Rasheed might just be the most self-deprecating man on earth, and I don’t know whether to slap him or kiss him.