Into the Locker Room: Fight Night- Almost….Posted: August 7, 2012 | |
i almost got into a fight tonight. i WANTED to get into a fight tonight. i’m writing this with sheer aggression coursing through my veins. here’s the tale.
i was at my local. there were people sitting in my section, so i sat where i could fit in (well away from my section). there were about 4 guys and 2 women. all persons were in their 40’s. well the guys were totally kissing the women’s asses. seriously. it was sickening. i couldn’t help but overhear the comments from the group and most of them (from the guys) gave me douche chills. now- what got me, was the fact that “game ” was being thrown around by all the guys. as in- “i got no game” blah blah blah.
well eventually the women left and i, feeling bad for the guys, mention the website. what ensued was a relentless goading from them over about 5 minutes about anything and everything “having a website”. well, before they started this they mentioned “we’re good, game is just an inside joke for us.”
cool. have a great night guys.
but that wasn’t the end of it. they kept up with “there’s a website for that” jokes relentlessly over the next five minutes. i finally chimed in after one of the jokes came out (and it was one guy basically making all the jokes), “yeah, there is a website for that. it’s ‘www.fuckyourmother.com’.” AAAAAALL the guys responded with “WOOOOOOAH!!!!! easy guy.” i looked over at them and said, “you wanna be funny, i’ll be funnier.” they responded that they never used profanity.
WOW. typical passive aggressive shithead omega men. they goad a man with ridicule and when they’re met with REAL male aggression they cower. i left it at that and went back to my food. well, that kept making “there are website’s for that” comments. i had had enough. i pounded my fist into the bar, took off my glasses and chain and stared right at them. by this point the Bartender (a friend btw) walked over and asked me what was going on. i explained the situation to him and told him i was one comment away from tell dickbag that we need to discuss websites outside.
well, after the glasses came off…the jokes ceased. but it was too late. i was WELL in the red, i wanted blood. i wanted to fight. i can only be pushed for so long before i react. and i was reacting. i tried to collect myself as i noticed they were leaving. look they were drunk, i get that so i REALLY tried to let it go. and they left without any incident. but that didn’t quell my anger.
i didn’t even finish my beer. the Bartender was cool and got my story and attributed it to them being drunk (he knows i blog btw). he was doing basic peacekeeping. well, i don’t shit where i eat, so i WORKED to not escalate to an actual fight but…..
i fight. where i come from, it’s EXPECTED from a man to fight. that’s the world i grew up in and exist in. BUT….most men nowadays, DON’T fight. it’s not “socially acceptable”. i’m not surprised the guys (and there were 4) backed down. all they did was comment on my using profanity (when there were ZERO children in the establishment) rather than escalating. and trust me i upped the ante BIG TIME. what did they do?
nothing. they backed down. and please note, ALL THE GUYS were WAAAAY bigger than me. it’s kinda sad actually. these guys would never be welcome at my camp.
songs that stoke my aggressive side….
the black flag shirt in the first pic (first video), is the same one i own. rollins owns. i should note that i also adore the smiths and many shoe gazer bands. the vids above just speak to my “fighting” side. and said side is very real. i need it to protect me woman and resources. i’ll fight to the death to protect mine. oh, the song “war zone” was always one a have of my Marines.