I have been in a foul mood for various reasons. Consequently, it has led me to do some pretty stupid things.
Like fight.
Mike and I have squared off together twice in the last month, and each time I admit I went there with one intention: to get my ass kicked.
I have always been reckless.
This time he dumped me on my back and I cracked my head hard on the ground. I should be unconscious or concussed or something based on the footage.
I guess it’s a good thing I have a hard head.
Is it healthy? Probably not. Is it stupid? Yeah, it’s pretty dumb. Is it better than something else? More or less. At least this way I have a fighting chance.
I have no illusions about what I’m doing. But I need to get this out somehow. This is one of the only ways I know how.
There is no structure in this. I know that.
I need to seriously look into a dojo of some kind.
