Fighting

I saw a 'fight' this evening. I write 'fight' because it was between two high school-aged Korean boys and, technically, it was pathetic. Or at least it seemed so from the viewpoint of someone who watches way too much professional fighting. That was my first thought. My second thought was that if I were to watch myself in a fight from a third-person point of view, I probably wouldn't look much better. Rudimentary striking skills aside, I would have to be so angry with someone to actually fight them on the street that it would be highly unlikely that I could use any of the aforementioned 'skills' to any good effect. I'd probably be flailing. This, in turn, lead me to my final thought: how could you ever fight someone effectively if you were truly in a rage? Perhaps some people can focus their destructive energies when in berzerker mode, but surely it is not I. More likely than being a conscious act, I suppose, is that some people's instincts are simply more effective at guiding their actions in a blood frenzy than others'.

Anyway, that's what I was thinking. And for reference, the fight I saw was waaaaay more pathetic than this one.