17 December 2009

You wouldn't like me when I'm angry

Last night, I was hanging out with some friends. I first went over because there was a new Mythbusters on that night (and with my lack of cable, I am happily forced to watch it with others) but stayed afterward for poker. I stopped caring after I didn't come in last place, so naturally I won--playing for respect, not money.

Anyway, this post is more about the game after the poker. I don't know what it's called, but there's a lot of slapping the table and some people getting very frustrated. I kept turning down the offer to join in, because I'm not aggressive enough for that style of game. Then my friends pointed out that I've changed a lot in the past year and a half--the hair, shaving, the piercings (they forgot to mention the whole God thing).

Me changing to being aggressive again is not a good idea. Let's run through the list of reasons why. My freshman year of college, I had to go into anger management because I broke a window by flipping one of the tables in the den after losing a game of foosball. My freshman year of high school, I picked fights with half a dozen sophomores--and remember, I had skipped 6th grade, so these guys were two years older and a foot taller--just because they'd get in my way in the halls--we got caught by a teacher once, and I got out of being suspended by crying. In 7th grade, I kicked out a window because the other nerds had locked me out of the building--that's right, I was picked on by the nerds. In 5th grade, I slammed a kid's head into a locker because he was in between me and a kid I wanted to fight. I don't really remember much else, but those are some of the "highlights". Still want me to be aggressive?

1 comment:

  1. I thoroughly enjoy learning new things about you... and I kind of wish you'd have fought back against Jase when he was strangling you last year. That would've been a good fight to watch. :-)

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