Some days, you are just ready for a fight. There's no reason, I'm not a violent person, but today I felt like I needed to be on guard because there was a fight coming and I was going to need to defend myself. Then I got to thinking, what could I really do in a fight? Seriously. The only fist fights I've ever been in were staged. Well, except for that one time...
Funny story, I was in college, I was taking a media class and for our final, we, as a class, had to produce a show. There was a girl that was put in charge, by vote, named Kara. I got the exact job I wanted, which was the the second or third in command. She was sick the day that we had to chose our jobs, but as the person in charge she technically got final say. Anyway, by natural selection, I'm pretty awesome and technical things. That being said, not everyone has technical skills. At least they don't pick things up as quickly or they don't learn as fast. But, in the end, my general opinion was this was a class, meant for learning. So when Kara came in and started changing people around, it bugged me a little. Then I looked at the disappointed faces of the people that she had switched. A guy that was maybe a little slower but a good guy and was trying to learn how to run and track a camera. And a guy that had been running the camera all semester and wanted to try something new, that he wasn't good at. Her argument was that she was the director, and the quality of the show and the grades of the class rested on her shoulders. I told her to stop being dramatic. It was a class and people are never going to learn if you push them down and just like everyone had faith in her, she needed to have faith in everyone else. She told me to shut up and mind my place. It was at that moment, something inside me snapped.
I started to yell at her. I don't even know what I was yelling, I was yelling at her with blind fury. Looking back, I wasn't even fighting for me, I was fighting for the two guys. Well she turned her back on me while I was talking to her. I yelled at her to look at me and when she turned around she looked so smug and she said something stupid and that was it. I lunged at her and it took 4 huge guys to hold me back. No one was holding her and she started taunting me and I took out one of the guys and finally someone grabbed her, took her outside and said that if she didn't shut up, I was going to kill her.
I don't even remember what happened. I mean how everything turned out. But I know that a few weeks later I went into Tower Records where she worked an apologized, not because I had to, because I wanted to. And she apologized for being an asshole. And the slower kid, who was very quiet caught me after class and thanked me for standing up for him. I would go on to spend much of my college career speaking up for the silent, but that's another story.
So, I don't think I'll be fighting like that, but I was ready, ready for a fight.
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