This is one of the times the Peach is very much me.
My mother always told me NOT to mess with strangers: “You never know what she has in her purse.”
She meant if you start poking people, harassing them, even just teasing them, you can get your face taken off and handed you in a bucket. We are dangerous and short-tempered apes; why do some people think they can get away with messing with anybody? Maybe mommy didn’t love them and spoiled them, with an unconscious intent of cutting off their own genes at a later date?
The World War One German ace, Manfred fon Richthofen, was sweet and tolerant before the head wound, even to the retailer who got him to sign 300 postcards of himself so the retailer could then sell them at inflated prices. Afterwards, he was snarly, with a very short fuse. His head was laid wide open with a bandage strapped on; is there any wonder he snapped — in more ways than one?
Heh – One of the things I love about Peach – that’s my biggest button too – beating on someone I think can’t stand up for themselves – turns me into a flailing nutjob!
Sort of reminds me of the time a bully type came over to my big strong cousin and his much smaller friend in a bar and tried to start a fight with the little guy. My cousin stood up, glared at him, and said “I guess you know your’re going to have to fight ME.” Bar fight didn’t happen!
Most of my “fights” have been won by theater. When you’re being tailed down a dark alley and you take out a knife and stalk an invisible person in front of you….you are suddenly alone.