Something's been nagging at me lately.
Certain kinds of people. Specifically, people who express their problems physically on either animals or people that are smaller, weaker, in any sense, than they are.
Why? To feel in control? To feel strong because they've hurt something or someone?
But to take that out, to gain satisfaction from that feeling, on something that's tiny? Comparatively helpless? There's absolutely no honour in that. I realize few people think in terms of that kind of honour these days - but I spend half my life buried in Greek myths.
Or, to reference another culture, if you want the honour, you kill the giant, not the gerbil who happened to be near you at the time.
How can you feel good about your win when your opponent could be taken on by anyone? It didn't need to be you - they're small and weak, most people could beat them.
Bravo. You have overcome a pheasant. Or a 90 pound woman. Or a small boy. You brave, brave thing.
You want satisfaction? You want to feel truly strong? You take on the person that's fucking bigger than you. The guy who looks like he could crush anyone, the one who's a foot taller than you. And if you lose, well, at least you won't be conscious to feel humiliated. And at least you tried.
And, of course, if you win, it'll feel so much better.
Don't pick on someone your own size - pick a size or two larger.