I’m not crazy (ummmmm). I’m not violent towards anyone weaker than I am physically. But I feel positively retarded sometimes when I want to fight.
I might be emotional (see: Crazy…sometimes) but I seriously need an outlet where people don’t see me as a straight up nutter. I’m even worried about studying martial arts here in Asia with this passive, fuck you, it’s about ‘face’ attitude. Yes, martial arts stands for all that and what not but MMA isn’t about butterflies and honey, right? I ain’t no grasshoppah, son. That said, if I win people will think I’m Cpt. Insane-O. But if I lose people will think I’m a retard.
Forgive me if I’m thinkin’ too much because we all know the standards here can be a bit skewed.
I don’t mind getting my ass handed to me. The only thing I’m actually worried about is how people will perceive my anger. It isn’t about anyone in particular, it’s just that for so many years I had to fight people who wanted me beaten or worse - dead. I can’t handle sitting here doin’ nothin’ and having to Pai Sai or hide my interior. I’m not a bad guy.I don’t wish pain on someone else. In fact, I want to push myself (Pain) to the point where it wakes me up. It’s been two years since I had a real fight. Granted, that fight that was awarded to me was a cultural awakening (Of sorts) and was more than I had bargained for, but on the real I need something to keep me free of these feelings.
added The weights aren’t cuttin’ it. People watch me train and although I don’t look like Mr. Olympia anymore (Never did but goddamn well close to it), people love to watch me lift big weights here in Taiwan. And I’m not even lifting anywhere near what I used to lift back home in Toronto. Back home people only used to watch my bench presses and dead lifts. Here eyes are on me when it comes to just about everything. Fine, I need to use it somehow. I just know I can’t do it here and that sucks. Being a bouncer and working for the MTHA (Patrol Guard) back home and when I needed to I could pick up a grown man over my head while he’s tryin to beat me and I’m not caving his head in. That’s how I used it and that was something to behold. Guns, knives and shit aside.; it was kinda fun because I knew who was who and to what degree I was suppose to push it. Here is another story. blah blah blah blah…almost time for bed.
As fucked up as this might sound -I need a ‘go’. I need to really throw’em. I’ve never fought in a ring so I can’t relate to some of you who have studied martial arts. I’m missing the competition albeit not what some of you are used to. It’s driving me insane and it shows.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to knock out anyone over an argument but there is such a fuckin fire inside of me that I seriously pity the asshole who tries me.
If you respond to this post then do me a favor: please don’t fuck with me. I’m actually being serious and although some of you might see this as M0NSTER try to flex his shit…I’m not. I’m asking honestly.