Tam-Tam
08-07-2006, 12:10 AM
This is for the guys here who aren't members of BWBS.
Ok...today is weird and I've always been the kind of guy to embrace the weirdness and do something with it.
Behold...
http://tamtam79.blogspot.com/
I hate the idea of a blog, but I've come to the conclusion that I'm just no longer enthused enough about writing to use a pen and paper....and if I want to remember the things I think or do in five years, a digital companion is most certainly required.
Today I've found myself trying to explain how the sport I love so much, can treat you so bad. I swear, sometimes I feel just like that woman who is abused by her man yet will spend more time making excuses for him than he does appologising for his actions. We all know someone like that. Battered Women Syndrome they call it these days. Well when you're a boxing fan; each and every one of us is that battered woman, constantly fishing around for reasons to hang around.
It's most defintely a sport that requires a certain kind of passion in my opinion, because without it we would have left long ago. Maybe its the thrill of a knockout, the excitment of a great fight, the personalities or just the hype game itself. You need that hook to hang around and stay interested. Its that hook that allows us to overlook everything thats wrong with the relationship.
Like Battered Women, we are our own group. We gather together in various places and at all hours to discuss our partner and how we are to blame for it all. We are the ones who put so much pressure on them and when they react in a way that hurts us, we should not be suprised; only thankful that they care enough in the first place.
When we take a shot to the head like we did last night, we can't help but become emotional. Our thoughts are immediately that of disbelief. 'How?' 'Why?' 'I don't deserve this'. Just when things seemed to be on the up and up, this happens and we are right back down again. Down to a place where we know all too well. We end up here a few times a year. Sometimes the light we see at the end of the tunnel is nothing more than our partner putting out cigarette on our face, simply to remind us of who really has the power in this relationship.
Depression sets in. The good times seem more distant than ever before and we begin to see finally see the situation for what it is; abusive and not right. We plan for our future without them and things brighten up. Things will only get better with distance and eventually, a fresh start. And then, they do it. They go ahead and remind us of why we love them so much in the first place. For one night we are on top of the world and everything is great. We immediately begin reconciling the cigarette scars, countless black eyes and repeated mental tourture and they seem not only insignificant, but completely worth it. Because the good times always outweigh the bad.
Thats just the way we are. We're Battered Women.
Ok...today is weird and I've always been the kind of guy to embrace the weirdness and do something with it.
Behold...
http://tamtam79.blogspot.com/
I hate the idea of a blog, but I've come to the conclusion that I'm just no longer enthused enough about writing to use a pen and paper....and if I want to remember the things I think or do in five years, a digital companion is most certainly required.
Today I've found myself trying to explain how the sport I love so much, can treat you so bad. I swear, sometimes I feel just like that woman who is abused by her man yet will spend more time making excuses for him than he does appologising for his actions. We all know someone like that. Battered Women Syndrome they call it these days. Well when you're a boxing fan; each and every one of us is that battered woman, constantly fishing around for reasons to hang around.
It's most defintely a sport that requires a certain kind of passion in my opinion, because without it we would have left long ago. Maybe its the thrill of a knockout, the excitment of a great fight, the personalities or just the hype game itself. You need that hook to hang around and stay interested. Its that hook that allows us to overlook everything thats wrong with the relationship.
Like Battered Women, we are our own group. We gather together in various places and at all hours to discuss our partner and how we are to blame for it all. We are the ones who put so much pressure on them and when they react in a way that hurts us, we should not be suprised; only thankful that they care enough in the first place.
When we take a shot to the head like we did last night, we can't help but become emotional. Our thoughts are immediately that of disbelief. 'How?' 'Why?' 'I don't deserve this'. Just when things seemed to be on the up and up, this happens and we are right back down again. Down to a place where we know all too well. We end up here a few times a year. Sometimes the light we see at the end of the tunnel is nothing more than our partner putting out cigarette on our face, simply to remind us of who really has the power in this relationship.
Depression sets in. The good times seem more distant than ever before and we begin to see finally see the situation for what it is; abusive and not right. We plan for our future without them and things brighten up. Things will only get better with distance and eventually, a fresh start. And then, they do it. They go ahead and remind us of why we love them so much in the first place. For one night we are on top of the world and everything is great. We immediately begin reconciling the cigarette scars, countless black eyes and repeated mental tourture and they seem not only insignificant, but completely worth it. Because the good times always outweigh the bad.
Thats just the way we are. We're Battered Women.