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Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

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Sometimes, movies reflect real life. To a degree.

Fight Club, good flick right?

Well, so a few weeks ago, we're gathering to roleplay, and my friend Liz and I get bored. So, we kick the shoes off and go at it, light touch, just horsing around.

The next week we're rehearsing for a play, and there's some downtime. So Liz and I kick off the shoes and go at it again, but this time others there get into it. The skittish (about such things) amanda, our rather unconfidant Sarah, our overactive (and annoying) Missi, our buddy Jen.

It's becoming a regular habit. We beat on each other. We're gentle about it, because unlike Fight Club, we do want to keep our bodies in working condition, and none of us want to deal with hospital visits etc. But we still get hurt. I pulled something in my thumb, got my lip bloodied, caused Missi to double over and cease breathing for a few moments when I knocked the wind out of her, bloodied Sarah's nose.

And right now I'm explaining why this is enjoyable to Amanda.

First off, there's the gain of confidance that one gets from holding thier own in a fight. Every time you land a hit, every time you block a punch, you prove that you are capable of things. There's the confidance of control. We could hit each other hard enough to do damage. We could all go berserk and become animals... but we consiously choose not to. Finally, part of it is about conquering pain. I took a solid shot to the groin tonight, but I rode it while I fought. Didn't even let it slow me down. The fight ended and I doubled over and screamed. I was able to be stronger than my pain.

I think that's absolutely beautiful?
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