Gaining it back

I realized why I wasn’t as ashamed as I thought I should have been after I wrote down what happened at the party. While pretending to write accurately about the events of the night, I had anaesthetized and given a cleaned up account of events. I had almost turned into personal poetry of events which were anything but pretty. In fact I had made myself look like some sort of repentant warrior. While at its’ heart, what I wrote down is a sincere retelling of the motivations and events of that night, they are still not the authentic and complete picture of what happened that night, do not show the reasons why I regret the whole night. And so I don’t ever repeat such a stupendous night again – so for myself and the sake of honesty, here is what really happened, Losing it 2.o:

I got drunk, I snapped on a man who was already having problems, a man that I had invited, that I had been friends with, I than rushed this man who is half my size, and pummelled him. And when he was unconscious on the ground and people were trying to drag me away, I kicked him in the face. I wanted to beat a man who was down. I kicked a man while he was down. Then I turned my rage against those who were trying to hold me back. I went berserk in the lobby of the building where my friends lived, raising enough ruckus to get cops called in. I roughed up my family and friends, punched another friend. I made enough noise on the street to get pulled over by cops a second time. I finally calmed down and regained my mind, I was lucky not to get arrested.

Finally comparing that with what I had written before, I can only say one thing: Beware the power of words, they can easily be used to change and beautify things that should never be forgotten or admired.

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Gaining it back

I realized why I wasn’t as ashamed as I thought I should have been after I wrote down what happened at the party. While pretending to write accurately about the events of the night, I had anaesthetized and given a cleaned up account of events. I had almost turned into personal poetry of events which were anything but pretty. In fact I had made myself look like some sort of repentant warrior. While at its’ heart, what I wrote down is a sincere retelling of the motivations and events of that night, they are still not the authentic and complete picture of what happened that night, do not show the reasons why I regret the whole night. And so I don’t ever repeat such a stupendous night again – so for myself and the sake of honesty, here is what really happened, Losing it 2.o:

I got drunk, I snapped on a man who was already having problems, a man that I had invited, that I had been friends with, I than rushed this man who is half my size, and pummelled him. And when he was unconscious on the ground and people were trying to drag me away, I kicked him in the face. I wanted to beat a man who was down. I kicked a man while he was down. Then I turned my rage against those who were trying to hold me back. I went berserk in the lobby of the building where my friends lived, raising enough ruckus to get cops called in. I roughed up my family and friends, punched another friend. I made enough noise on the street to get pulled over by cops a second time. I finally calmed down and regained my mind, I was lucky not to get arrested.

Finally comparing that with what I had written before, I can only say one thing: Beware the power of words, they can easily be used to change and beautify things that should never be forgotten or admired.

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