The SH-- that goes thru my head.....
So, there's this particular thought that goes through my head whenever I meet someone new, or if I'm standing next to a women talking to her, or if I'm spending any time at all thinking about a certain woman. I wonder who would win if the two of us got into a fight. Just sit with that for a minute. Let it sink it. I wonder who would win a fight between myself and some random woman. That ain't right.
For the record, I've never been in a fight in my entire life. Well, unless you count the time when I was 15 and my mom said I could go out for the night with a girlfriend and then she left my 21 year old sister in charge and then for no reason at all, my sister said I couldn't go out. When my ride showed up with her cowboy boots, denim mini-skirt and her bitchin' Camaro (fellow BHS readers, you TOTALLY know who I'm talking about) my sister was like, "you're not going anywhere". You're probably wondering why a 21 year old would give a shit about her 15 year old sister going out, especially when her mother already said she could. (To answer that I would have to go into a 39 paragraph diatribe, but that's a whole other blog for another day...)
So, I started to walk away from her to head toward the bitchin' camaro and she grabbed my arms to hold me back. So, I had no other choice but to trip her, push her to the ground and kick her. But getting back to my weird thought process, I'd hardly consider myself a 'fighter'. So, why in God's name do I wonder who could beat me in a fight. I'm the most non-violent, non-competitive person in the world. All someone would have to do is stick their finger in my armpit and I'd go down like a house of cards.
I think that because in the past couple years, I've finally taken an interest in my health and I've become somewhat serious about working out. So, just because I can hold a plank for a minutes, do 100 squats and 20 minutes of walking lunges...that may contribute to my muscle, but hardly accounts for my 'toughness'. I think I'm one of those people who wants to get into a fight every time she drinks. Except I'm never drunk when I have these thoughts. (and while I'm on the subject....contrary to popular belief, I'm rarely drunk--I just talk a big talk).
Seriously--what is WRONG with me? Wasting time contemplating who I could beat up??? Maybe I should take up boxing. Knowing me I'd probably wind up paralyzed and in turn, I'd chew off my own tongue. Oh wait....
Can't you just hear Pine Rest calling my name?
For the record, I've never been in a fight in my entire life. Well, unless you count the time when I was 15 and my mom said I could go out for the night with a girlfriend and then she left my 21 year old sister in charge and then for no reason at all, my sister said I couldn't go out. When my ride showed up with her cowboy boots, denim mini-skirt and her bitchin' Camaro (fellow BHS readers, you TOTALLY know who I'm talking about) my sister was like, "you're not going anywhere". You're probably wondering why a 21 year old would give a shit about her 15 year old sister going out, especially when her mother already said she could. (To answer that I would have to go into a 39 paragraph diatribe, but that's a whole other blog for another day...)
So, I started to walk away from her to head toward the bitchin' camaro and she grabbed my arms to hold me back. So, I had no other choice but to trip her, push her to the ground and kick her. But getting back to my weird thought process, I'd hardly consider myself a 'fighter'. So, why in God's name do I wonder who could beat me in a fight. I'm the most non-violent, non-competitive person in the world. All someone would have to do is stick their finger in my armpit and I'd go down like a house of cards.
I think that because in the past couple years, I've finally taken an interest in my health and I've become somewhat serious about working out. So, just because I can hold a plank for a minutes, do 100 squats and 20 minutes of walking lunges...that may contribute to my muscle, but hardly accounts for my 'toughness'. I think I'm one of those people who wants to get into a fight every time she drinks. Except I'm never drunk when I have these thoughts. (and while I'm on the subject....contrary to popular belief, I'm rarely drunk--I just talk a big talk).
Seriously--what is WRONG with me? Wasting time contemplating who I could beat up??? Maybe I should take up boxing. Knowing me I'd probably wind up paralyzed and in turn, I'd chew off my own tongue. Oh wait....
Can't you just hear Pine Rest calling my name?
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