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Sometimes it just isnt worth it. Tonight I had a guy steal a girl straight out of me. I was talking and flirting all ngihtl, we were playing beer pong, and he came up and straight up stole her. Started leaning on her, putting his hands all over her, and sweet talking her right in front o f me. I was 2 seconds from sending him to the ER. Why didn’t I?

It wasn’t about the girl. It was about the principle. It wasn’t about the kiss. It was about the hug. It was about the fact that he spit in my face. Rubbed dirt on my name. Any other [censored] saying you want to use is accepltable. Point being, most everyone I know would have taken it to the next level had something like that happened.

So I didn’t. I’m a pussy. Seven years of wrestling (including beating state placers senior year before season ending surgery), a near 300 pound bench press, rudimentary jiu-jitsu and the fury and drive to destroy anything, ANYTHING, that coems in my path. His bony shoulders and popped collar didn’t stand a chance. I should have opened up.

But no. I stood back. It was fine. My hand is bleeding right now, not from him, but from a fence that I put it through. Why? Because I wanted to relieve the stress without hurting anyone. I didn’t want to go to jail. I didn’t want to send him to the ER. I wanted to be the bigger man. Was it ok? I dunno, I am 19, stupid, and have, honestly, too much physical power to control. It wasn’t my territory. It was an attempt at fate.

Any thoughts would be great. As it relates life, beliefs, general thoughts, and also to poker and pot control. I just need a few more thoughts on this one.