Literally Fighting All My Life
I know some people think negatively, but I really do myself.
I think about getting jumped. For some reason, I'm constantly ready to fight. I have no enemies. I have nothing to worry about.
Then why do I not let my guard down?
I observe people. I look at them and think about what I can do if I were attacked by them.
I grew up a fighter. Anger came about when I was little. Heck, I used to hit other babies on the head when they stole my Thomas the Train Engine toy from my hands. One shot, they cry, and the Rugrat that I was no more than a few months to two years old.
I watched Power Rangers like any kid back in the 90s. Grew up thinking I knew Karate.
I remember my first fight. I was 5-years-old, and I was up against a thrid grader.
He said,"Gimme your best shot."
So I went up and punched him repeatedly in the gut and he went down.
It was weird. I did nothing but fight.
I'm not a skinny guy. I'm not a fat guy. I'm a descently strong guy that practiced fighting for 15 years on the street. I'm Street Breed.
But, I don't want to fight.
Its impossible to stop now. I'm challenged constantly, I win constantly, and I never turn down a challenge.
What can I do?
Because fighting is the only thing I'm probably good at. And I am seriously considering the WWE as a career.
Help.
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