Odd. The topic of fighting just cropped up in my life, too. A friend of mine threw a pretty big party at his house, and due to it's proximity to the local college, we started getting people walking in off the street. ($5 for all you can drink is a strong pull.)
Somewhere around two in the morning, things started to go sour. Small scuffles started to pop up, and as I'd had the stupidity to stay sober, I ended up trying to get the groups of troublemakers to leave.
In the middle of shuffling half a dozen people out of his house, I came back to find an even bigger fight had taken place while I was gone. Two of my friends were gushing blood and the only thing stopping one of them from chasing down and killing his attacker was the three or four people sitting on him trying to calm him down.
Over the next couple days at work, the big fight was all we talked about, and how much we wanted to find the guys that started it and do unspeakable things to them.
But the more I thought about it, the less sense it made. I wasn't sure that giving someone else a beatdown would have made anything better.
To this day I still haven't been in any sort of fight. I've never thrown a punch or had one thrown at me. I'm not sure how I escaped the earlier part of my life without it. I'm guessing that in the last ten years or so it's been due to the fact that I rarely go to places where one is likely to get into a fight (bars, sporting events, etc.) and also that I'm bigger than most people and scary looking.
Whatever the case, I'm pretty glad it hasn't happened and I hope I can make it through the rest of my life unscathed. 'Cause fighting is pretty weak, and I say if you can avoid it, more power to you.
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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.