Fighting

I find myself engaged in many battles every day. Well. "Battles" is quite dramatic wording. But, nonetheless, I find myself in a number of struggles--of one sort or another--every day. Sometimes it's expressing myself accurately in Spanish; sometimes it's expressing myself accurately in English;sometimes it's making it to work on time (damn you, Transantiago!). I don't often get into physical battles, although I'm waiting for the day that I get to throw a punch. ... No, no no.. I would lose. I've already lost. It hasn't even begun, and I've lost that one.

But what is it about a fight that is so compelling? Internal struggles aren't quite as entertaining to the eye, but those physical fights--why so fascinating? I remember in high school hearing rumors of so-and-so fighting what's-his-name after school on the quad. Ooooooohh! We'll all be there to watch! ..... Why? I don't understand the appeal in watching someone wound someone else.

This is all fairly out of the blue. Why would Sara talk about fighting? Well (glad you asked), when I was leaving my class tonight--love that class--there was a dog fight. Not with dogs that were bred to fight, just friendly neighborhood (street) dogs. In fact, I like to think they were buddies, just messing around. And, no joke, four men were standing around watching them fight. Why is a fight so compelling? I'm serious. I don't understand it.