i grew up terrified of violence. when i saw it i felt sick, i was a real shithouse. it only really changed when i took prozac in my thirties. suddenly got a sense of what it felt like to enjoy the thought of violence, so much so i found myself provoking people who i felt warranted a slap. now, years later, i feel like i can handle myself. got no fear of it at all. cant pin down if this was a medical intervention or ithe gossamer wings of terror just fell from my eyes. f***ing marvelous, tho it really doesnt help in job interview situations. . im just plain f***ing rude. anyone else get backbone from a bottle?
Ad writes:
Best bit about fighting is the not being hit - not the hitting.
Classic ruck against loads of Forest in early 90's.....it was like being in The Matrix.....I avoided all blows whilst landing many. Buzzed for the next month on it.
Also boxing - trying to explain to a non-fan (especially a slosh) what's good about it. being in a ring for 2 - 3 mins knacking someone all one way traffic gets boring, being in a ring with a good fighter who does not lay a glove on you is as exhilariting as it gets...
Except for being noshed by two 19 yr old bints whilst high on MDMA.