Payback

So my right eye is still swollen, and my left cheek still hurts a bit. Man, it's been a long time since i got into a fight. How i wish i was totally prepared for it, so that the stupid asshole would've known exactly who he was dealing with. I've been wishing for an actual fist fight for months, and when it came unexpectedly, i was totally unprepared. fuck. my. life.


It was a real fun night. Just hanging out, we just kept on drinking and drinking. nothing special, but we were having fun. At least i was. And when i called my close friend a bitch--- a word that i meant as a term of endearment when i said it, some asshole suddenly punched me in the face. Partly because i was already tipsy, mostly because i was totally caught by surprise, i wasn't able to react quickly. I fell, then another punch  to the side of my head. I wasn't feeling any pain. Maybe i was numb from all the alcohol. Or maybe that asshole just throws weak punches. And oddly enough, i was calm. I just asked him why the fuck did he punch me. and then there goes another punch. The way i reacted was kinda funny, now that i think about it. it's just not the proper reaction when someone punches you in the face. and it's definitely not the reaction one would expect from me--- after all, rage has been bubbling underneath my skin for months now, threatening to break free without any warning. But i'm happy when i'm drinking. I guess that's why i was calm, i guess that's why i had self control. The fact that those weren't very strong punches made it easy for me to brush everything off. And yeah, though my friend's denying it, it does appear that they are in a relationship. subconsciously, i guess i was also thinking about her. And i was a lot older than that asshole, so the mature path was mine to take. By the time we were on our way home, i was already laughing about it. I was just gonna chalk it up to experience and move along. another story from my colorful little life that we can talk about on some other drunken night.


But god, when i woke up with a swollen eye and a painful jaw, all that rage started to pour in. The calming effect of the alcohol was gone, and i was back to my normal, spiteful self. I wanted nothing more than to get back at that asshole. On my normal state, i have made guys bigger than him fall, and i can definitely make him pay for what he did. yeah, i called our friend a bitch, but is he aware of the state of our friendship for him to decide if i offended her or not? We've been friends for twelve years, and we call each other names in jest--- all the time. And even if he wasn't aware of it, any sane person can tell with the way i spoke that i didn't call her that in a derogatory manner. He took the word for its literal meaning without analyzing the context of how i said it. god, how stupid is he? and let's say i did mean calling people names, can't we have a discussion on it first? he goes ahead and just throw punches as he pleases? yeah i admit i curse a lot, but that's the way i am, that's how i speak, that's my normal vocabulary. he has no right to tell me how to speak to people, especially when i only say those words casually and in a friendly, non provoking manner. it's not like i have a motive to continually offend people. if people get offended, bring it up with me and i'll try to control the words coming out of my mouth. no one has a right to force me to cleanse my language, and no one has the right to go ahead and use force instead of discussing such issues with me first. I'm no hypocrite, i admit i have a very short temper, but i don't go around just punching people just to make them conform to what i think is proper. i don't go around hitting people without having some sort of discussion first. and i don't go around throwing punches unless someone is undeniably provoking me first.


You bet i'm gonna get back at him. there's just no way i'm not. but this bitch that i used to call my friend just wouldn't tell me where i can find that stupid lameass boytoy of hers. i'm gonna find out sooner or later, and when that day comes, he's gonna regret ever messing with me. it's not about my male ego, it's about being fair. it's about being just.  it's about teaching a very irrational person a thing or two about life. If he can't adapt to different people, if he can't tolerate how different i am from him, then he might as well live in an asylum or something. Or he might as well drop dead. if i could find i way to get away with murder, then i would. That dumbass needs to pay. And the world would be a better place with less assholes like him, i'd be doing this shitty world a small favor. Again i'm not being a hypocrite. He's the one who started this, i'm only gonna finish it. because clearly, he's not strong enough to finish this whole mess himself.