>>1060339>Go to boy scout camp with a bunch of other mormon boy scouts (exmormon now)>bear river, UT (if any of you are familiar with the area)>Immediately conflict with one of the other dudes>important to note- his dad is staying with our troop and is some sort of leader but not the head leader>IDK why but he talked so much shit about me specifically, even though we'd never interacted before camp and barely chatted before he started talking shit>I get to live next tent from this kid for a week>over time his passive aggressiveness wears on me>I swim in the lake a lot, hang out with chiller fellow scouts>everyone says he's talking mad shit>kinda just want to go home and play video games about day 3 or 4, tired of dealing with difficult kid>night of second to last day (packing up and heading out tomorrow) we're sitting around the fire and he says something to my face, I don't even remember what>I punch him in the mouthfirst time ever doing something violent, definitely not a hard punch
>he slaps me >I tackle him onto the ground, not hitting him just yelling in his face>His dad pulls me off of him, I'm sent to my tent>I hear him getting comforted, his dad says "sometimes you've just got to hit someone if he's acting like an idiot," basically justifying and supporting his son's behavior>next day my dad shows up, I'm packing my shit up and see him having a serious conversation with troop leader and other kid's dad>get in the car, asks me what happened>I explain very poorly, he can tell i'm frazzled by the whole thing>I'm expecting huge fucking trouble about this> He says "huh." and doesn't even seem angry at me>He bought the new modest mouse album (I loved that band as a kid, the album is "we were lucky we were dead before the ship even sank") and asks me if I want to listen to it on the drive home. I say yes. Rest of drive is just listening to music.To this day that album reminds me of the time my dad was super cool about me punching a bitch.