Being Gothic, I am not a violent person by nature. If I sense agitation I move myself to the other side of the room, bar or country.
I don't like fighting for a reason, and it's not because it might chip my nail polish. I don't fight because I cannot control the rage inside me. I have tried Karate, Judo, Kung Fu, Kendo and other martial arts but none really allowed me to stop what will happen.
Guess what. It fucking happened again. I am not proud of myself at all, my knee hurts, I have teeth marks on my elbow and my beloved Mariposa worries about me when the doorbell rings - it might be the police.
Scenario
It's a birthday party for my best friend and his lover - I want to go but, there's a feeling that I should not. Not because I don't want to, but more a case of a feeling of impending doom. Fortunately, Mariposa has made other plans so I am on my own and don't have to protect her.
Party? Tremendous. Lots of very nice people having fun and being, well, generally nice. Everything goes in a splendidly fabtastic fashion but, I have to leave. I drink the Birthday Boys Jack Daniels, we hug (in a continetal, not gay way) and everything is super.
And so, off to the Metro I jolly well go.
*Except, it can't be that fucking easy*
First, it started with the 'give me a cigarette' thing. Not 'can I have a cigarette?' - that would be too polite although I suppose it didn't help when I said "Fuck off, I don't smoke" whilst smoking a cigarette. Anyway, suddenly it changed from cigarettes to money and the one became three.
They didn't want some money, they wanted all of it, and my phone and fuck knows what.
I lost it then.
Consequence
I still have all my money, my phone et al. I also have a very sore left leg, teeth marks on my right elbow, my right palm is sore and I am worrying that the police might be knocking on my door at any moment to arrest me.
The nice side of me sighs and says "I did warn you" whereas the Gothic side of me says "What are the cunts going to say? We were trying to mug someone and got our arses kicked".
Knowing Belgium, I'm still waiting for the bell to ring.