A Message to the Blogger I Nearly Beat up Very Early Last Sunday
I very rarely get angry. Rarer still for me to get as angry as I was that very early Sunday morning over at Cable Car where, under the influence of alcohol and your own deluded notions of your so called sucky life, you insisted on making a total ass of yourself. It had been an awesome Saturday evening shared with friends, fueled by beer, food and good conversation. Unfortunately, you showed up. It was pretty ok for a while even then. But for some odd reason, you became fixated on some anonymous Korean guy who just happened to be there with his friends as well. From pointless rambling you quickly progressed to wanting to start a fight with a stranger who has done nothing to you. I cannot pretend to understand your reasons. In my opinion you were simply being a bigot. Worse than that, a stupid bigot. Things got uglier from there as I’m sure you recall. One of my feistier female friends stood up to you, in the process grabbing your collar until she tore your shirt the tiniest bit.
And then you tried to hit her.
I stopped you if you remember, caught you in a side control hold. What you probably didn’t know was that I was very close to throwing your sorry, pampered ass to the floor. I stopped because I knew that I could have seriously hurt you. Even while I was quite drunk myself I managed to keep my head. At this point I wanted to kick your ass so badly that I actually asked you to fight me and not some stranger or try to hit a girl. You pussied out and retreated to a corner. It would have been nice if you quit it by then. The sad thing is you didn’t. Just a few minutes later, even after your officemate who very kindly invited you to our gathering implored you to stop, you were at it again, trying rather pitifully to get away from the group of TMB editors that easily restrained you. Sure we could have let you go and let the Korean summarily beat you up. You really don’t strike me as someone who can fight. But we opted to maintain the peace and keep the ugliness to a minimum. We are regulars to the bar you were making a scene in. One of us practically calls it home. More importantly, we still felt compelled to protect you from yourself because truthfully, we’re nice guys like that.
The Korean guy who you kept calling “gago” showed more class than you could ever hope for by actually coming over and apologizing to us. Says a lot doesn’t it?
Thankfully after that, you left with your officemate, who I admire because he needed to deal with you more than any of us had to.
So you say you have issues. You paint your life bereft with difficulties and heartaches. You have an anger management problem. Blah blah blah blah BLAH!!
Listen up kid,
YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY PERSON TO HAVE HIS HEART BROKEN, TO FEEL ALONE, BETRAYED AND LONELY! YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE IN THIS WORLD WITH PROBLEMS.
Your life isn’t even that bad when you pause a moment and think about it. You have an education, you are gainfully employed, you have people around you who oddly enough still call you friend. So quit whining. Quit blaming your parents. Quit blaming your situation. Quit blaming alcohol for your actions too. Remember, we were all drunk that night. You were the only one who acted like a fool. So stop taking out your issues on the world and on other people. They may have problems even bigger than yours.
Up until yesterday, I regretted not beating you up. I don’t anymore. It would have been nothing but a waste of my time. But should you find that you can’t control your anger again then come to me. I will manage your anger for you. If you want a fight, then face me. I’ll gladly beat you up then. The Mordo is generous like that.
Otherwise, grow up and stop being so pathetic.
