The last time I got into a fist fight, I was in junior high school.
There was a seventh grader who strutted around like he owned the place. One year older than him, though physically smaller, I allowed misguided testosterone to get the best of me.
Under a guise of unintentional action, I shoulder-bumped this student a few times in the hallways. Outside the school entrance one day, he had enough of my act and pushed back. We swung at each other and arranged to fight after school, a few days later.
Sometimes, one’s swagger can provoke others to act violently.