Okay, so this post is going to have some background, a rant (yes, I'm yelling), and a thought. Luckily, I've had time to calm down, so it should be okay.
As you may know, I am in my school's fencing club. We did a game today that we hadn't done in a long time, Vampire. It was just as I remember it: ridiculously long, frustrating, and straining. Basically, you steal lives from people. Whoever ends up with all the lives at the end wins.
So, today, I was one of the best fencers there. I don't say that with the least amount of pride. There was two of us who were the most experienced fencers there. We're about the same skillwise.
If I was being humble, I'd say he's slightly better than me. If I were truthful, I'd say he's better than me at certain things, and I'm better than him at certain things.
Okay, enough background. Time for a rant.
It ended up with the two of us left, me with 10 lives, him with 4. We were using sabers (see picture below)
Now, both of us were very frustrated, and though we tried to be light-humored, it was strained. After another five minutes, I had about sixteen bruises/welts. I had three before then. We were hitting harder and harder, which just caused the other to want to hit harder and harder.
Now, what I hate most about that fight is that my opponent
RUNS AWAY FROM ME! NOW, EVERYONE RUNS AWAY FROM ME (I'M NOT EXAGGERATING, IT'S TRUE), BUT I'M NOT THAT INTIMIDATING. BESIDES, HE'S REALLY GOOD SO HE SHOULDN'T BE SCARED OF ME! BUT WHAT I HATE MOST IS
THE FACT THAT HE KEPT WINNING BECAUSE HE RAN AWAY BECAUSE HE COULD CATCH ME UNPREPARED
BUT WHAT REALLY IRKS ME IS THE FACT THAT HE RUNS ALL OVER THE PLACE I MEAN HE DIDN'T EVEN STAY IN A STRAIGHT LINE HE'D RUN ALL OVER THE PLACE
AND WHEN I'D ATTACK I'D MOVE TWENTY FEET BECAUSE HE'D RUN AWAY AND I GET ANGRY WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT!
In case you couldn't tell.
I was really fired up about it, and I really didn't want to take it personally.
*******/RANT*******
Anyways, I realized that later he said, "Sorry, I just really want to win." I didn't realize that was his way of apologizing. I'm glad that it's over and that the teacher stopped us when we did (because everything hurts right now, and I can't imagine how much more it would hurt if we didn't stop).
Anyways, relating back to my essay On Mood and Isolation, I would count this as a major loss that turned into a victory as time passed because I learned something. That's all I got.
If welts and bruises form, I'll take pics and post them.
Good day!