When I was watching the football/soccer match from the library window on Wednesday, I was reminded of how scrappy sport is. What I mean is that the elegant and smooth plays are few and far between. The red/black team managed to maintain control of the ball through passing while the white/blue team would have bursts of force in taking control. There were a few near collisions in the mid-air attempts to head the ball. A few times the players connected and it looked like it hurt. But it goes with the game so they played on.
Sport in real life is quite different from sport on edited footage or in films. Similarly, fighting in person is different from staged fighting. The reality of watching a person who knows how to fight pummel the less apt party... two people who are drunk and scrappy... it's not the same as watching Rocky Balboa.
I wonder if my aversion to watching violence in person is that, particularly in public disorderly conduct, I may well end up in the middle of something in which I was not an original participant. I'm glad I have taken some karate and self-defense classes. I'm even glad for my stage combat training. And I get the exhilaration of sparring. But the unknown factor, the potential for things to get out of control, the possibility of not being able to protect myself... it sends my inner six year old to a not happy place.
I suppose it's not the end of the world that I will avoid partaking in public, unorganized violence. And I can prepare myself further for the possibility of having to protect myself. And then my inner six year old won't need to worry so much or feel nervous watching Rocky in action.
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