Last Night
Who do you think you are. Through your cocky ignorant egocentric pomposity you put me in a position that I dont want to be in, Brandon.
I did not spend the last year and a bit of my life changing, working out, conditioning my body, learning techniques, and all that to be harassed by a friend trying to get a rise out of me and have me hit him. What the hell did you think you were doing.
There was no secret incentive, no hidden hatred, no unspoken irritation, no drama. But that wasn't a possibility to you because I guess you cant comprehend that. Regardless, the real issue was simply that a little slap fest had escalated into something more and you ended up 'slapping' me in the nose with your palm. Why it went too far was because I have been through too much to be beaten by you. You were beat many many times, as you admitted to. But you just would not stop. YOU WERE BEATEN SO STOP. Yeah you can get up again and slap me again, because I didnt put you unconscious or bash your face in which on many occasions I easily could have. Do I have to do that? Just to end some stupid fucking slapping episode?
As for your 'slap' It felt much less like a slap and very close to a punch, and I would know. Which leads me to another hypothesis on why you might think your so invincible and how you can be so fearless getting in my face, you have never been hit, never been in a fight. It is not fun. After all this time trying to prepare for something where I'd need to fight I'm still afraid and have never wanted to fight. I am what I am to make up for those who arent. Sarah may have been the reason I stared wanting to be stronger, but the reason I still do is for the people I care for. anytime I've fought my friends before it was for educational purposes, and i wasnt forced into it. I dont want to be poked at and pestered by toughguy friends who want to test how tough I REALLY am. I'm not here to hurt my friends. I dont care if you expected to lose or get hurt or whatever, if so then beat your own damn self up.
Where you put me when you were getting in my face was on a crossroads with two routes. One was beating you bloody, because once I let go of my restraint I dont think I'd be able to stop right away after the amount of tension you built up inside me, OR trying to wait out and negotiate my way by you and out of this assault on my personal space and pride. I chose the latter route...but I was too drunk and it was too much for me to handle. I cried because I was stuck and you made my only option hitting you. I dont want to be the guy who hurts, inflicts pain, on his friends... the one who always turns to violence.
And you had to do all this infront of Brooke, while she sat there with nothing to do but observe. Thank you Brooke for eventually telling him that he should maybe back off 'cuz you understand where i'm coming from' or whatever.Its just too bad it was the third or fourth time I asked you to intervene and after I had stared sobbing like an idiot. But you could have done more sooner. I dont understand. Noone want to see their friends fight, especially for no reason. We werent about to have a heart to heart, we werent trying to work something out, we were just a few words from being at each others throats for no good reason. Saying a simple 'Stop' at anytime would have saved us most of the unpleasantries of that night by giving us an easy out with neither being the victor or the loser. Ah well.
In closing, you shouldn't be a cocky pompous butthole as much of the time Brandon. But i'm betting you're sorry already anyway.
P.S. The whole thing could have just been a result of too much alcohol, but this post is applicable regardless.
Oh, and P.S.S. I'm fine. I'm not mad or sad or hurt or offended or whatever. This post is just voicing my opinions on the whole ordeal maybe as a deterrent from it happening again, maybe as a venting, maybe just because I want to.
I did not spend the last year and a bit of my life changing, working out, conditioning my body, learning techniques, and all that to be harassed by a friend trying to get a rise out of me and have me hit him. What the hell did you think you were doing.
There was no secret incentive, no hidden hatred, no unspoken irritation, no drama. But that wasn't a possibility to you because I guess you cant comprehend that. Regardless, the real issue was simply that a little slap fest had escalated into something more and you ended up 'slapping' me in the nose with your palm. Why it went too far was because I have been through too much to be beaten by you. You were beat many many times, as you admitted to. But you just would not stop. YOU WERE BEATEN SO STOP. Yeah you can get up again and slap me again, because I didnt put you unconscious or bash your face in which on many occasions I easily could have. Do I have to do that? Just to end some stupid fucking slapping episode?
As for your 'slap' It felt much less like a slap and very close to a punch, and I would know. Which leads me to another hypothesis on why you might think your so invincible and how you can be so fearless getting in my face, you have never been hit, never been in a fight. It is not fun. After all this time trying to prepare for something where I'd need to fight I'm still afraid and have never wanted to fight. I am what I am to make up for those who arent. Sarah may have been the reason I stared wanting to be stronger, but the reason I still do is for the people I care for. anytime I've fought my friends before it was for educational purposes, and i wasnt forced into it. I dont want to be poked at and pestered by toughguy friends who want to test how tough I REALLY am. I'm not here to hurt my friends. I dont care if you expected to lose or get hurt or whatever, if so then beat your own damn self up.
Where you put me when you were getting in my face was on a crossroads with two routes. One was beating you bloody, because once I let go of my restraint I dont think I'd be able to stop right away after the amount of tension you built up inside me, OR trying to wait out and negotiate my way by you and out of this assault on my personal space and pride. I chose the latter route...but I was too drunk and it was too much for me to handle. I cried because I was stuck and you made my only option hitting you. I dont want to be the guy who hurts, inflicts pain, on his friends... the one who always turns to violence.
And you had to do all this infront of Brooke, while she sat there with nothing to do but observe. Thank you Brooke for eventually telling him that he should maybe back off 'cuz you understand where i'm coming from' or whatever.Its just too bad it was the third or fourth time I asked you to intervene and after I had stared sobbing like an idiot. But you could have done more sooner. I dont understand. Noone want to see their friends fight, especially for no reason. We werent about to have a heart to heart, we werent trying to work something out, we were just a few words from being at each others throats for no good reason. Saying a simple 'Stop' at anytime would have saved us most of the unpleasantries of that night by giving us an easy out with neither being the victor or the loser. Ah well.
In closing, you shouldn't be a cocky pompous butthole as much of the time Brandon. But i'm betting you're sorry already anyway.
P.S. The whole thing could have just been a result of too much alcohol, but this post is applicable regardless.
Oh, and P.S.S. I'm fine. I'm not mad or sad or hurt or offended or whatever. This post is just voicing my opinions on the whole ordeal maybe as a deterrent from it happening again, maybe as a venting, maybe just because I want to.