UFC

Today we talked about UFC at work. It was interesting, and a little refreshing after the political "discussion" last week. Ever since I told my friend Josh, who is a "manager in training", that I watch UFC with my brother & my dad, he's been quizing me on all this different stuff. Like today, he very casually called my name, and when I said "yeah", he took a few minutes and asked "Who's your favorite UFC fighter?" Without even a pause, I answered "Rampage Jackson". Because, well, he is my favorite. I don't know why, because he's a total punk and gangster, but I like him more than any other UFC fighter. Maybe because (even if it is half-hearted), he thanks God at every fight. I think we owe a lot to God for where we are, or where we want to be. At least Rampage understands that.

So, after work I drove home, and for some reason was in sort of a funk. You know, when you just feel sad and you can't really pin-point the exact moment when you first started feeling that way, or even figure out why? That's how it was for me this afternoon. So, I went upstairs and lay on my bed and just sort of stared at the ceiling. I began to think about leaving home, and all of the things I have to get done before I leave. I thought to myself, after all that happened in the day, "I need to be more like a UFC fighter". They can fight through the pain. I can too, but not when it comes to emotions. I just let them get the better of me. In fighting (kick boxing) I can take a punch, and I can certainly dish it out. But with emotion, I don't really fight back. So, I need to.