Discuss.
I believe that sometimes it is.
When I was in high school, there was this little freshman soccer star, the only frosh selected for varsity, and we used to have to scrimmage against each other a lot (me-left D, him-right wing). He found it fun to irritate me, both on and off field. He'd run up to me in hallways and flick my ear or hair, and then run off before I even had time to look down and find him.
So finally, after six months of this, one day late after school I found myself alone in a hallway when he suddenly comes out of a classroom. Looking at him, I knew the time had come. As he came toward me (he had to go by me to leave) he had the same punky smirk he usually had, but when he got close that began to change. He tried to scoot around me, but I quickly wrapped him up and dropped him to the floor while getting him in a good hold. As I ground his face into the floor he started to cry. I made him repeat a promise several times to stop giving me shit, then let him up. As he left he sobbed, "Oh, I'm really scared of you," making an attempt to sound sarcastic but since he was crying it didn't really work.
The kid never bothered me again.
I have a few similar examples, but such incidents (and other, world problems) make me believe that people who say 'violence is never the answer' don't know what they're talking about.
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