Ok, so I didn't really think the whole drunk man/lash out attack was serious and actually I had joked about it on my Facebook status update because I really didn't think anything of it. "Nothing like having to literally pick up a drunk man and throw him out of the club... gosh. Where are the G-Boys when I need them?!", was what I wrote after I had calmed down. I wouldn't have even mentioned it to Snickers either if it weren't for the obvious slash marks across my neck that I couldn't hide. I knew I'd have some explaining to do.
Later today I posted a pic of my neck on my homepage and on KakaoStory. It was the posting on KakaoStory that put in motion a night's worth of text messages from my G-Boys, with a steady stream of messages till the early morn from one in particular.
While many friends say it's a big deal and others contemplate how to search him out for some kind of revenge, I much rather walk away from it, proud that I was able to handle myself and happy it didn't happen to any of my friends who may not have been able to do the same. My G-Boys think differently and so does Snickers. Snickers was fuming mad when he saw it but not mad at the man who did it but at me and I was quite shocked at this. I'm not too sure why he was mad at me but he was mad. He really didn't ask me what I had done to defend myself or even what the guy had really done. He just kept on asking me what time and what did he look like. I refused to tell him the details of it all and kept it vague. I know Snickers, that's the problem, and I know that he doesn't even like it sometimes when guys stare at me through the van window. Have you seen my van windows? Now you know why they're almost black and definitely illegally tinted. Snickers does not do well with anyone hurting me but his reaction to my attack was very strange, even for him.
One of the G-Boys and I have become rather close with and it's rather ironic because we only talk about boxing and health when we're at Hulk's but as soon as we part ways at the end of the night, text messages regarding some rather personal things start. It'd be one thing if I were to tell them to Snickers, after all he is my best friend, husband and business partner, but when he sports so many roles in my life it makes it hard for me to go to him and complain about him or express my worries about things that concern him, like his family or culture clashes. I can't exactly vent about him to him. I need another go-to person and, for at least the time being, someone else has kind of taken upon them self to be this person. Having said this though, my go-to buddy is super ticked about what happened to me, especially when he found out that it was him whom I had texted both before and after the situation. I had noted to him that a guy had come into the club and then later on, once the same guy returned but with a friend, I texted him. I told him that I was nervous about leaving the club so I was going to sleep there. There really wasn't anything he could have done after all he was in Seoul and I really am not one to need a Prince Charming to come rescue me. I much rather be the hero in my own story, thanks.
My concern now is not whether or not the situation was a big deal but how it might escalate to being a big deal unless I do something to relax my buddies. We're all quite close at the boxing club and I really have come to adore many of my members, looking forward to when they come in and appreciating their companionship, so the border line between personal and business remains fuzzy. They are not just members to me and I'm not just a coach to them, we are a family and you don't mess with family.
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