The Man Of 16
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- Jul 10, 2005
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This guy thats a really good guy, Ive kind of wanted him as a friend, he got really drunk tonight (and then became a jerk) and pushed this chick really hard into me. I couldnt catch her in time, but I helped her up. After that I told him not to push her or anyone at the party. And I pushed him back.
Next minute you know were squaring off and he comes at me. He's landed 2 punches to my forehead, knocking my glasses kind of crooked on my face. I contain him for a minute just to get the glasses off my face, but he knocks them off again, with a punched that just grazed me. After they land on the floor, I was hoping that my glasses wouldnt break. I wasnt thinking of how he was going to hit me, because I can take my hits, i was focused on my glasses. I'm thinking perfectly clear while this is going on. Well since I had grabbed him by his shirt, I decided to swing at him because he didnt seem like he was going to stop. I remember the look he had on his face just before I waled him in the face, that look of fear. But I didnt stop. With my right fist (that was already on the left of his face, now) I backhand punch him. Then I looked down, for my glasses and swung. I landed the punch, but I was looking for my glasses.
He was knocked out.
Now, I just feel like breaking down and crying. I realized it wasnt that I was in a fight. It was that I'm sick of hurting people. It always has to be me to win, and I frighten myself, because its too easy. And I'm sick of it. As I'm typing this my eyes are watering up.
After the fight. Everyone said they respected me. The guy who stole my beer bong gave it back. Everyone tried to justify what I had done, but I couldve as easily contained him. Why couldn't I have contained him and told him I dont want to fight.
Im going to go ice my forehead. And go to sleep.
I just lost a friend. This sucks.
Next minute you know were squaring off and he comes at me. He's landed 2 punches to my forehead, knocking my glasses kind of crooked on my face. I contain him for a minute just to get the glasses off my face, but he knocks them off again, with a punched that just grazed me. After they land on the floor, I was hoping that my glasses wouldnt break. I wasnt thinking of how he was going to hit me, because I can take my hits, i was focused on my glasses. I'm thinking perfectly clear while this is going on. Well since I had grabbed him by his shirt, I decided to swing at him because he didnt seem like he was going to stop. I remember the look he had on his face just before I waled him in the face, that look of fear. But I didnt stop. With my right fist (that was already on the left of his face, now) I backhand punch him. Then I looked down, for my glasses and swung. I landed the punch, but I was looking for my glasses.
He was knocked out.
Now, I just feel like breaking down and crying. I realized it wasnt that I was in a fight. It was that I'm sick of hurting people. It always has to be me to win, and I frighten myself, because its too easy. And I'm sick of it. As I'm typing this my eyes are watering up.
After the fight. Everyone said they respected me. The guy who stole my beer bong gave it back. Everyone tried to justify what I had done, but I couldve as easily contained him. Why couldn't I have contained him and told him I dont want to fight.
Im going to go ice my forehead. And go to sleep.
I just lost a friend. This sucks.