again 22 and in college your doing it wrong.
I did my sleeping around, and fun days in high school. And I found it to be against who I considered myself to be. To put it in better perspective; I am young, I do not think I will get married anytime soon, but I do think I have found a girl who, in time, might be the person I'll be with. Why would I pass up, what to me, is happiness? Poon isn't worth that much, when your significant other is, in your eyes, the best you've found. Sure it's biased, but then again that's why I'm dating her... or maybe she's dating me?
I'm possibly not as skilled a martial artist as you because I seem to get hit regularly. Last week I got hit in the head boxing, the week before I got a fat lip practicing bunkai. If I follow your advice, perhaps I should give up both. Every time we spar I get hit in the head. Hmmm! Hang on a second, why do I get hit all the time and you don't? Are you really that much better than me or could it be that our training is at close range? Could it be that if you train hard and fast that the chances are you will be hit occasionally?
I wouldn't say degree of skill will necessarily be the greatest factor against an intoxicated person. I tend not to get hit because in Ba gua we emphasize evasion over confrontation. Most of my blocks are strikes, and most of my blocks, which make contact, are re-directing of the other's arms or legs.
If you get hit in the head, I'd actually advise you to keep going, keep getting hit, until you aren't anymore. Re-evaluate your tactics, your durability. I'm still recovering from the adenovirus, and no amount of training is going to stop even a simple slap to my midsection from really hurting me in my current health-condition. It's in part why I've eased back on practicing and training, but is also why I am returning to the amount I was doing before becoming ill.
Everyone is amazed that, at your perceived level of ability and training, you would actually spar (not fight) your drunk friend. In the real world, alcohol fueled aggression is probably the number one cause of trouble. At some time it may not be possible to avoid confrontation with a drunken aggressor. The point is, even then it may not be necessary to fight. To choose to spar your drunk friend is what has caused our concern.
I'll be honest when I say, having been assaulted by individuals who no amount of bodily harm could stop, I would much rather get shot with BB's, pellets, or airsoft and paintball, than a real bullet. But like it or not, I may have an altercation again with someone who is intoxicated. I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to ever raise arms with another, because in the end it is just more training. Should I have? It is debatable- but it was in a setting where it was comfortable, other's could easily stop things if it went south, and both of us had combat training experience.
It'll prolly happen again- Chris lives across the street and he had a great time too. Now if you want to talk about crazy, we should discuss the axe throwing contests, while drunk. Or jumping out of moving cars into windows, or trees. Or jumping off 4 story buildings, using trees to get us down. Or smuggling swine across virginia in a mini-van. Scaling light poles, and standing on one foot at the top... and falling. Scaling building walls for the sake of jumping off the top of the building (again... use your trees). I'm not saying I'm not crazy- trust me, I've got a pretty good grasp that I do some stupid stuff. I just don't have a very good sense of fear anymore. Used to be scared of the dark... till a dog attacked me, and I kicked it, and I realized I'm probably more dangerous than anything which might attack me outside. Used to be scared of heights... till I forced myself to do mountain climbing, and got over it. I confront my fears, and destroy them.
But, to wax nerd, I am beginning to feel a bit like scarecrow. It's partly why when joining with the intention of infantry, I am curious to see what will occur with me in combat.
The point is you decided to spar your friend while he was drunk. Not a good move on several counts. Firstly, in avading you, he might have fallen and hit his head. That is one of the biggest causes of serious injury in street brawls involving alcohol. Secondly, as you said youself, the fight could have got ugly. If your friend,whom I assume is a martial artist, was so drunk that it could have got ugly, you should have been sensible enough to have said, "not now".
Fortunantely, he was obviously a boxer. I am not certain of his training, because he did not throw any kicks. He had good control of his hands, and was very comfortable using his fingers for gouging strikes. It was interesting. It was crude. And... it was fun, in the end, which is why we went at it. I had a great time. But it was also a valuable learning lesson, and reminder that one can get hurt. I have, at worst, a mild contusion on my lip... which has already practically healed (it's not noticable.) This was not like being on the street... but it could have been, very easily.
22 College and party in same sentence and you were sober? Your doing it wrong then
Alcohol is foul, and ultimately a poison. I'm a chiefer, not a drinker.
Id love to hear that one as someone that has actually delt with people on PCP Id love to hear your version.
I gave a solid uppercut between the thyroid cartiledge and Hyoid bone to one individual's neck, with enough force he was pushed over. It should have killed him. Considering he then stood up, with a crushed larynx, I booked it. No clue what they were on actually, but everyone I've spoken with, from martial teacher to officer, has told me I am safe to assume it was PCP, given alcohol would have most likely caused him to upchuck from the injury. In addition, I got cursed at a lot as they approached, and there was 0 slurring, 0 staggering.
I have absolutely no idea what resulted with the two after I ran. The next morning I found my Ipod on the ground where I'd thrown it when it was obvious they were aggressively approaching. I had no pockets, no wallet at the time. The only reason I managed to hit him in the neck and wail on the other was that they were obviously drugged on something, and were patting me down looking for, presumably my wallet.
When I can break a cinderblock with a palm, and that same force went into a person's neck, specifically their trachea, and they then get up... yeah no thank you. I booked it.
It was the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. I've gone over that mugging so many times, and the blow to the other's neck was wrong. Yes, I felt endangered, but in hindsight it was not a life threatening ordeal, even to start. They both strode up to me, one pushed me, while the other punched me in the face. It was weak, and did no damage. His hand felt soft. I pretended to be prone while they patted me down, and when they reached my waist that's when I punched the first individual in the neck, and jumped on the other, and started wailing on his face. These were not martial art strikes, it was just clubbing him down, and trying to destroy him. I had no other intent, and I regret that I was so brash and hot-headed.
Part of why I didn't immediately report the incident was because of the fact afterwards I was literally covered in blood on my arms (I hit the second individual on the nose perhaps 5-6 times, before the first individual tackled me, whom I had hit in the neck) and worried I might actually end up with an assault charge for using excessive force. And I had been excessive, that is undeniable. And I am ashamed of it.
For all I know, I could have killed the first person the moment I hit their neck. It was more luck than drugs that I probably did minimal damage to him. I hope he is alright; my ipod wasn't worth the ordeal.
The ironic thing is that I was walking home from a girl's house I had just been having a good time with earlier, so I was kinda tired. I know that's a bit personal, but it's a bit relevant when you're mugged at 2-3 in the morning, and are dog tired as is.
I had my 'college fun' in high school, and being expelled for having too much fun, tempered that side of me considerably. That and a month later my best friend hung himself from the family swingset in their backyard.
I did a lot of maturing in those years, I still have a lot to go. I hope next time I am mugged, and yes, I expect it (I am paranoid, I get into vehicles only in a certain way, I only sleep in rooms with more than 2 exits, be they window or door, and if I'm seated, I stick to a corner where I can see everyone entering the dining area, and exiting. When turning corners, I check- though that's from having a plate slammed into my face when I was still in my 'jackass' days).
Here's a video of us smashing a plate on a friend, among the other antics we engaged in;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZYz3rqs9Go&list=UUshtzrQ6EsSUkoZtlVqRrBQ&index=14&feature=plcp
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvN8SVnD_oM&list=UUshtzrQ6EsSUkoZtlVqRrBQ&index=12&feature=plcp
That all ended when nick killed himself. It's ok to have fun- but I'm learning slowly but surely that I'd like to get to reach 30 so I can keep having fun. I consider myself a middle class, white-boy, and potentially a stoner. Or used to be, anyway. SWIM have had the misfortune of being snuck weed which was laced with coke, another occasion with adderall, xanax, and once... horribly, PcP. It was not the same experience as those who say do just angel dust, but from the limited experience, it was enough to at least give SWIM an idea of what the heck those two were on. SWIM felt unstoppable, sick, and was not in the right state of mind. It's partially why SWIM stopped doing drugs, that and all of us just have to grow up one day. SWIM doesn't want to be 25 and smoking weed, or anything for that matter. I just find it sad.
I have had my fun... too much, all I am interested in now is finishing my degree, and joining the military.
Now legos... you couldn't make me give those up if you tried.