All in due time we get smacked around, battered, tattered and torn. Everyone learns to roll with the punches or stand up to them. Some fight back. Fighting back isn't always good. Punching someone out as a first reaction isn't always wise, isn't always mature or the right thing to do.
Rarely am I delivering punches. If I do it's under training or special occasion, not showing off. Someone told me they served a punchout, but it sounded more like show and tell to me.
But every once and a while we have to deal out some serious punches or deliver a blow that will sting a little. I've done this. But I only do it for protection. I have been told I'm aggressive. I don't think that is necessarily true. My slant on it is I try to protect myself. It's survival of the fittest to me. I'm afraid to do anything other than protect myself, because if I get KOed ... I fear a slow recovery or none at all. So I've been trying to take one day at a time, but when provoked, it's on like 'diddy kong' (sooooo gooood).
I had to protect myself, my mind, my heart, my neck... at times. Once it's done and can't be undone. That's why boxing, punching, is so dangerous. I tattered up my knuckles this weekend. It happens sometime. Not an everyday thing.
But I'm not skilled enough to be all sparing and junk. I'm not Cocoa Marilyn Monroe anymore... I just try to protect my neck.