The air in New Mexico is really dry, so sometimes when I blow my nose in the shower it'll start to bleed. Since I don't have to worry about blood getting anywhere, I let it bleed and rub it all over my face so it looks like I got fucked up. It makes me feel like a badass, as if I had just returned from fight club.
There's a particular quote from that movie that comes to mind whenever this happens. Someone asks the narrator (Edward Norton), "Is that your blood?" to which he replies "Yeah, some of it." I know it's not the most "epic" quote, but it speaks to me the most. It's the I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude that I yearn for, and will never obtain. The idea of me being intimidating to someone is laughable, and I think that's the reason I enjoyed Fight Club so much, I could relate to Edward Norton's character.
I've only been in one fight (if you could even call it that) my whole life. In middle school some kid had been bugging me all week. He confronted me during lunch one day, and started going off on me about God knows what, I didn't even know his name. Anyway, after he felt I had been sufficiently "dissed" he stood about two inches from my face waiting for a reply. Lacking any ability to think of comeback on the spot, I merely pushed him away from me. I hadn't even pushed him that hard, but he tripped and fell on his back.
I don't remember what happened after that, I may have just walked off. He was being a dick, and I got him to shut up. And that's my story about how I lucked into winning my only school fight.
The End.
1 comments:
i have a similar story: guy in middle school kept pushing me to play "bloody knuckles" and i finally did (cause of peer pressure, of course) and it lasted for what seemed to be forever...i ended up with scraped knuckles and a shaking fist but since then the guy didnt bother me again
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