I'm not an advocate of violence as I think it is counter-productive. Being a skinny twat doesn't help either - although it is kind of helpful in the dodging punches scenario.
Having been bullied, by fat useless retard wankers, at school - I took up martial arts.
No, I'm not a Teenage Mutant Ninja Goth but, I can do the black outfit thing quite well.
I had no choice - the bullies had decided I was easy prey and my living life would become HELL.
Thus, one summer I went to see Mr Migothi....
Polish on, polish off - catch flies with chopsticks etc
Returning to school became rather amusing.....
"Let's jump on the little skinny twat and... fuck, why are my bollocks on my head???"
But, I don't like fighting. Why fight when you can run away?
Every so often though, I encounter aggression and I walk away.
The 'macho side' of me says "Fight and kick his fucking arse!!"
The 'logical side' of me says "He's too big and maybe his karate is better than yours"
So, I walk away, with my head held high - and still connected to my body.
(It's a lot easier to laugh about it afterwards, if your jaw is not broken)