As my excitement to attend an actual fighting event grew and grew the closer we approached the arena, I found myself filled with all these strange emotions. Happiness, freedom, nostalgia and full fledged giddiness. All strangers to me. It's weird.
But as I enjoy being overwhelmed with optimism, I didn't fight the feeling of being carried away. So as a flowing stream drains, I went along with very single vibration I felt. And it did not lead me astray.
Watching someone you know being punched in the face is quite a feeling. Having your favorite boxer and routing for someone you look up to is one thing. But someone you interact with, that you think is a stand up guy--you don't want to see them being threatened or attacked. That's like, a total.. other... thing. I wanted to crawl into the ring and strangle the guy myself. And as the adrenaline pumps and the hopes get higher, you find yourself more and more territorial of the person in your favor.
So when that person wins... that is quite another feeling. And it just takes you higher. Much higher... it IS pure happiness. All of the happy cells multiply in your head and you're naturally high.
Naturally...
::sigh:: Yeah, I like that a lot. :) A whole lot!
I feel like I slept with a hanger in my mouth....
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