I went out to a rock show featuring my friend's band, The Comeback, last night. By all accounts, a good time was had. The band sounded great, better than they've ever sounded, I think. Strongbow was plentiful. And there were plenty of scenester types to gently poke fun at. So yeah, a good night.
Among those scensters was a guy, and I can't even remember his name, who was recently involved with a friend of mine. He's apparently the type to come over all "Oh let me make out with you," one minute, and the next completely deny any possibility that he's even interested in guys (it's only just been confirmed to me that said friend is actually gay, and maybe this has something to do with my reaction...). They'd apparently had it out about it the night before and for all intents and purposes "broke up", but I could tell it was bugging my friend.
I reacted in a very strange way.
Apparently, when you upset Mama Bear, she borders on jokingly violent. Granted, any "threats" made were mainly done in an attempt to make my friend smile, but still...out of character for me.
I wanted to figure out exactly why I'd react this way. Sure, there's the obvious protective streak I have regarding my friends. I get kinda angry when people mess with them, particularly emotionally.
But then I started to think about other unusually spiking emotions I've been experiencing lately, and in a moment of tipsy clarity, I came up with this theory/motto:
If you can't fuck somebody, fuck somebody up.
Crass, to be certain, but really...tell me it doesn't make some kind of sense.