So I almost got into a fight Saturday. Actually, you know what? I’m not even
going to make this shit that dramatic, let me rephrase that…
If I had to call it something, I’d say I was involved in the
“Show Of Strength” portion of a potential conflict.
The S.O.S is when two guys start a disagreement that COULD
lead to a fight but first, friends from each side need to creep up from behind and size one another up for a few un-easy minutes.
This situation was especially weak because I backing up a buddy who was backing up his co-worker.
Not too many worse things than possibly getting punched over a guy you
barely know…
Broken down,
it’s a show of allegiance while letting the other guy at the central of the
conflict know what the numbers game looks like.
Or…it just looks like a bunch of jackasses posturing at a
bar because no one actually wants to throw blows.
You stare-down, shit gets resolved and then you go back in
your group gassed up and acting as if you really wanted some shit to go down.
Like you would have transformed into Steven Seagal with a
little side of Dalton from Road House
mixed in if it had.
Not me man, fighting is for the fucking birds.
Don’t get me wrong, if someone puts their hands on me, or
anyone I associate with, we got a problem, but the whole idea of men getting
physical gets dumber as we get older.
Take Saturday’s situation…say we actually had fought; It
would be more a pushing and shoving match than actual fistfight. Maybe a couple punches get
thrown before security runs in, D-BO’s everyone out of the place, and either
bans us or calls the cops.
Why? Because
some bro made a drunken smartass comment to another.
If something happens, it happens, however, this situation
still wasn’t worth getting banned from a place that I frequent on a consistent
basis and definitely not worth looking like a jagoff in front of the reason
we’re all there…
Women.
I think some dudes have this fantasy that if they act like a
tough guy, Women will swoon at the sight of it. I can assure you the shit doesn’t work like that.
Unless of course, you’re defending HER honor, then you may
be on to something.
When we were kids, the whole cause for fighting was actually
noble…
You fight someone because they’re picking on you, or for a
friend or family member who can’t really fight back.
On the mean streets of the burbs, even if there was a
scenario where someone was talking shit to you and the decision was made to
fight, the rules remained the same: it’s one on one and if anyone tries to jump
in, THEY get their ass kicked.
Then college came along and the cause for fighting got silly
due to everyone being drunk. Fights
in college are the WORST. They’re
everything I just described from last weekend, only they happen every Wednesday-Sunday night.
With the exception of one situation, no altercation, actual
or potential, that I've participated in between ages 19 and 25 made any damn
sense.
You know, the ones where you know your buddy is the one in
the wrong and his fault you're in another man's face. But you go ahead and back him regardless.
So why are guys who have nothing to do with a situation so
quick to jump in a fight?
It’s simple, we have to because we’re men and that
loyalty to each other runs deep doesn’t it?
When guys go out,
they’re a unit, a team, a clique, a pack and whatever the hell else you want to call
it. You mess with one of
us, you mess with all of us, it’s a pride thing and nothing fucks with your mind like pride.
I’m just saying battles should be selected more carefully and sometimes
a d-bag who isn’t going to remember shit in the morning just isn’t worth it.
It's so damn cliche but no one really does ever win a fight.
It's so damn cliche but no one really does ever win a fight.
-WST
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