First year of uni walking along (one way north in dunedin) with my high school friend Mathew.
A McDonalds type cup of coke landed near our feet, we heard beeping and look up to see two hooligans from school yelling abuse.
At that point in time I couldn’t understand how someone could be so angry at someone else (from whom I barely interacted). They’d displayed the same behaviour at school. I was never rude to them, or talked to them, in fact my first encounter was to verbal abuse.
You see what I grew to realise it was driven by fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of some kid not willing to compromise his integrity & give up like the others.
This and many other incidents drove me. When I was down, I realised that to give up was to let them win, let the fear win.