Fighting – is it Worth it?
We live in a constantly changing world. With MMA (mixed martial arts, also known as Ultimate Fighting) being the fastest growing sport ever, people are learning so much more about how to handle a sticky situation, and instead of walking away like they should, they try to be a hard ass in front of their friends and fight their way out of it. This is coming straight from me – someone who’s been in too many fights and only lost one. I know how to handle my own, but as I start to look back at my past, most if not all of my fights could have been easily avoided.
I was at Ollies Skatepark last night, and one of my friends was about to fight this biker. So I sat next to him as they talked shit back and fourth, just so he knew that he wasn’t alone, and I wasn’t going to let him get his ass beat. Shit escalated, and they both picked up pieces of wood and threatened eachother. I grabbed a little piece of wood [mocking both of them], and got a good laugh out of it. After it all settled, everyone dropped their shit and walked off (good idea, these bikers were big).
I threw my stick on the ground and apparently, it bounced off something and hit some biker in the leg. SHIT. Next thing I know, a bike is thrown at me from a 7 foot bowl, and luckily misses me. I wasn’t even paying attention until the bike nearly squished me. So I turn around, puzzled, and I see this big ass guy walking down the steps pointing at me and screaming. This cat was like 6’4, 190 pounds of pure muscle. And there was no way he ws under 17 years old.
Next thing I know, he has his fists up ready to pound my face in. I look down at my board and hold it up and scream “i’ll fucking swing it man.” and he didn’t even back down or nothing (DOUBLE SHIT!). So he swings with a sloppy right cross, and I swing my board into his fist. (The reason you wear gloves in boxing is NOT to make the punches hurt less, it’s to protect your knuckles. Because one sloppy punch that connects with the wrong knuckles can break your hand EASILY).
So he steps back, and I’m backing up, because honestly, even though I box and all, this kid had fighting experience. Not the kid you want to fuck with. So anyways, as I’m backing up, I notice him opening and closing his fist, and that’s when I noticed that he broke two knuckles trying to hit me. His pointer finger knuckle was chilling back by his thumb, and if he would of attempted to hit me again, all it would of taken was a quick parry and a left hook and I could of knocked him out.
But did I? Nope. It’s not worth it. Fighting is uncontrollable, and if I would of swung back, there is no doubt that another one of his friends would of stepped in to beat my ass. I’m glad I didn’t swing. It’s not worth it to me, especially since I was just in court on Wednesday. I need to turn my life around, and if it means coming across as a pussy in front of all of my friends, then so be it. In the end, god is the only one who can judge me, and everyone else’s opinion doesn’t matter to me.
