Saturday, September 23, 2006

Tense, then release.

Just to go on a little about the bad relationships people get into that I was ranting about the other day...

I was in the grocery store on Friday, and while waiting in line, I saw a cute gal walk by me. For some reason, she looked familliar but I couldn't recognize her. Another weird thing I noticed is that she stared at the floor making sure there was no eye contact between anyone and herself. She also had a split lip which bothered me on principal. I have that old fashioned belief that you should never hit a woman.

She walked over to a cart with a baby seat that was maybe 30 or 40 feet away. Once she got there next to her boyfriend, she looked over at the baby and her face finally lit up. That's when I recognized her. I never had seen her timid or not smiling before. She used to work at the bar I go to, and she was a very pretty woman. She was also the type to look you straight in the eye.

Seeing the way her abusive boyfriend had beaten her beauty away pissed me off. I wanted to go over there and inflict some serious damage on the fucker. They left as I was thinking of jumping the line and beating the guy. I was so enraged to see this that I lost my appetite. I didn't sleep well friday night either.

I got a chance to blow off some steam today, tho. Today was an airsoft game. Running around 65 acres while getting to shoot people is always a relaxing day. Plus it burns a huge amount of energy, too. Right now I'm drained. I bet tomorrow that I'll just about be unable to doanything without some major motivation. Wonder what that could be? *laughs*

I think I'm going to have a glass or two of wine tonight. To guarantee that I'm dead asleep for a long time. Anyone who wants my attention tomorrow, bring over some italian or something to drink. I'm not going anywhere. Take it easy...

1 Comments:

At 12:53 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Some people dodn't like when I say this, but: I have always felt that the first time a guy hits a woman-blame him. If he hits her a second time-blame her (for not leaving).

 

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