Okay, my reasons look to be a bit different. Grab a drink and sit back...get ready to fall asleep reading
My father was in the U.S.A.F. and met my mother while he was stationed in Okinawa. My mother is Okinawan, with a bit of Filipino blood, and was raised in Okinawa and Japan. After they got married, I was born and we lived in Okinawa for a few years, but I was a wee baby then, so martial arts meant diddly to me.
Lived in the states a few years more, and my dad got stationed in Japan. I was a bit older then, and started taking an interest to martial arts because I saw a bit of it in the Japanese cartoons I watched on the ol' idiot tube. Also, my best friends' father taught aikido out of his home, and my friends were enrolled in a kendo school off base. Unfortunately, I couldn't speak fluent Japanese, so I couldn't go to the kendo school, and my friends' father wouldn't teach minors.
My parents wouldn't let me sign up for the classes being taught on base, saying it was too expensive or some other vague reason. I really think that they thought I wouldn't stick with it, and at that age, they were probably right

. Anyhow, since I couldn't study directly, I went to the various branches of the base library and proceeded to read every book on martial arts that they had. By the time I was nine, I had read everything Stephen Hayes had published on ninjutsu at the time. I tempered my martial arts reading by also borrowing Bill Cosby LPs. Yes, I was an odd kid

When I was about 10 or so, I started buying my own martial arts books whenever I could, which wasn't very often.
Eventually, we came back to the U.S. and I continued my reading and research. While the techniques looked impressive, I rarely tried them out. I was really fascinated by the origins of the systems, and the stories of their practitioners. A few years after moving back to the U.S., I finally started to train with a 'Shaolin-su Kempo' instructor. This eventually turned sour, as he tried to fool us with chi/ki tricks, would teach the same form with different moves every week, and would teach class reeking of alcohol. I left after about 8 or 9 months. I came back to visit my buddy, who was still training with the guy. After sparring with some of his students, and soundly whuppin' them, the instructor offered me some ridiculous rank promotion if I agreed to come back. I politely declined.
I kept at my reading and research and found out the base we were stationed at was supposed to offer a Kajukembo class. I had heard of the system through my reading and thought I would be interested. When I got there, I found out the Kajukembo teacher was long gone. Instead, I trained with the person who was teaching there, my Okinawa-te instructor. And the rest, as they say, is history
So, if you're still awake, the reason I got interested in the martial arts is simply because I was always interested in the martial arts. I had my share of bullying and whatnot as a child, but I already was interested in the arts before any of that occurred. It's kind of weird, in a way. In another way, it isn't. If you look at martial arts as martial
art, then my reason for getting started is really no different then an artist's reason for taking up painting, or guitar, or sculpture. So maybe, for me it's simply a mode of expression.
Cthulhu
not sure I made a point. Oh well
