"You, ye cunt!"
The other week I had a bit of trouble. Nothing I can't handle. At school. We were playign five-aside, one of my year goes in hard on a young'n from two years below, from compulsory education. I'll cut it short: things were said after the game, and the young'ns are chavas, ruffians, wankers, however you want to term them. They start thinking there's a lot of them. So I step in. It doens't get physical, because I'm a big lad and they're not so big.
So there's a party that weekend. I'd been looking forward to it for ages, since it was the 18th of a girl I've known for some time, and with whom I'm good friends. Somehow, I don't know how, they show up. Start to work themselves because a) there's a lot of them, and b) they've had a drink. Feeling more and more confident as the night goes on, one, a big lad who didn't actually say anything when I had the trouble from before, starts feeling my goatee. It's a natural reaction for a male to get touchy about this kind of stuff; Adam, I'm sure you'll know what I'm on about. It's like having somebody messing your hair up. I keep my cool, though, since it's a party, and I could have easily embarrassed myself. So me and my mates left and went clubbing and had a good night and it was brilliant.
But today I saw that kid again, at school. The one who didn't say anything when he was sober, and felt confident with me when under the influence of alcohol. It's the first time I've come into touching distance since that night. I don't even know why I did what I did. I took myself by surprise. That may sound lime a cliché, but I really honestly didn't know I was going to do something until he was RIGHT next to me. I think it was the way he didn't even look at me, because he was sober, had had his fun, and didn't feel the need to pursue teasing me any longer. So I just give him the hardest fucking nudge into the shoulder. That doesn't sound much, but when you're walking and not expecting it, it can really knock you. A delayed reaction from him. "What you doing, you mug?" he says. And I just kept walking. I don't even know why I did it. I wish I hadn't. Something just sparked in me right at that last second, a kind of need, an urge in me, for some kind of justice. I'd said on the night of the party that I'd wait 'til they were all sober to sort it out, but after the school holidays that desire had died down.
Hope it's unsettled him a little bit. It's unsettled me.
So I see two paths here; one, is to call it squits, and hope he forgets about it too, without another confrontation. I doubt he'll even tell his mates (he was alone). Or two, I can act overly concerned about him and even myself, as if I can't control an inner demon inside of me. Almost, in a way, apologise for my "friend's" behaviour. That'll unsettle him even more I think, if I rehearse it well enough and get right in his face when I'm apologising. "Sorry about that the other day mate, I don't know what came over me. Were you alright?" It's from a scene in Dead Man's Shoes, which tells me I could perhaps pull it off.
So there's a party that weekend. I'd been looking forward to it for ages, since it was the 18th of a girl I've known for some time, and with whom I'm good friends. Somehow, I don't know how, they show up. Start to work themselves because a) there's a lot of them, and b) they've had a drink. Feeling more and more confident as the night goes on, one, a big lad who didn't actually say anything when I had the trouble from before, starts feeling my goatee. It's a natural reaction for a male to get touchy about this kind of stuff; Adam, I'm sure you'll know what I'm on about. It's like having somebody messing your hair up. I keep my cool, though, since it's a party, and I could have easily embarrassed myself. So me and my mates left and went clubbing and had a good night and it was brilliant.
But today I saw that kid again, at school. The one who didn't say anything when he was sober, and felt confident with me when under the influence of alcohol. It's the first time I've come into touching distance since that night. I don't even know why I did what I did. I took myself by surprise. That may sound lime a cliché, but I really honestly didn't know I was going to do something until he was RIGHT next to me. I think it was the way he didn't even look at me, because he was sober, had had his fun, and didn't feel the need to pursue teasing me any longer. So I just give him the hardest fucking nudge into the shoulder. That doesn't sound much, but when you're walking and not expecting it, it can really knock you. A delayed reaction from him. "What you doing, you mug?" he says. And I just kept walking. I don't even know why I did it. I wish I hadn't. Something just sparked in me right at that last second, a kind of need, an urge in me, for some kind of justice. I'd said on the night of the party that I'd wait 'til they were all sober to sort it out, but after the school holidays that desire had died down.
Hope it's unsettled him a little bit. It's unsettled me.
So I see two paths here; one, is to call it squits, and hope he forgets about it too, without another confrontation. I doubt he'll even tell his mates (he was alone). Or two, I can act overly concerned about him and even myself, as if I can't control an inner demon inside of me. Almost, in a way, apologise for my "friend's" behaviour. That'll unsettle him even more I think, if I rehearse it well enough and get right in his face when I'm apologising. "Sorry about that the other day mate, I don't know what came over me. Were you alright?" It's from a scene in Dead Man's Shoes, which tells me I could perhaps pull it off.