Rendezvous
11 October 09 : 12.58 PM
In any given social situation, give me an hour maybe, and I'm not with you anymore. Maybe that's why I can't maintain friendships; I just let it slip.
Regardless.
Yesterday night my boy got into a fight at Zouk. It was sudden and violent with punches and slamming of pitchers full of alcohol on somebody's face. The after-reflection of it was him asking me how I felt about it. Winning in any capacity is always something to be proud of and I've never been a proponent for turning the other cheek. But what I realised ran through my mind was a sense of fear of him getting hurt. I would never hold him back because it means letting him be on the receiving end of the brunt, but I knew that if he were to get hurt, it would make me feel awful. The way when he gets ill I can hardly sleep from worry and instinctive vigilance. I guess that's what real concern is. Funny how things work.