People are crazy. People do crazy things. We are living in a society that does not value life anymore. Once minute you can be standing in a concert venue watching a band and the next thing you know, you get in somebody's way and they clobber you on the side of the head. Not even so much as an "excuse me you are in my way" (as if they OWNED the space), or even a push or a shove. No, a full blown punch in the ear with every intent to KILL you. No exchange of words or anything, just BAM! You're dead. So long sucker...you blocked my view of the band! Attempted murder. Assault in the third degree. Even if you didn't drop dead right there on the spot, a deliberate punch in the temple/ear may have resulted in a stroke or a blood clot or something later on...but who cares. Who cares. It doesn't even deserve a question mark, because who really cares. Nobody will come to your defense. Nobody will grab the person who threw the punch that could have killed someone, because blocking someone's view of a band is reason enough to take the life of another. Even if while you are losing consciousness and you point to the person who you think may have thrown the punch, that person will not even be detained, because, hey, who wants trouble? Hell, you can just fall to the ground and people will kick you out of the way or step on you, because they want to see the band. I don't remember much else...
Nobody is kind anymore. Everyone is hostile and bitter. Everyone is just begging for a reason to over-react. Mean. Cruel. Selfish, thoughtless, dangerous people. It's better to just keep your eyes to the ground. Do not make any sort of emotional contact. Do not brush against anyone. Do not go out in crowds. One step out into the streets and it could be your last. Oh yeah, and don't talk too much, or too fast. Because it annoys people. Or smile. Don't ever smile. Because you will end up feeling like an idiot when the person you are smiling at ignores you.
So I lied to my family and friends about the incident at the rock concert because I am embarrassed and because I didn't want to spoil their fun. The woman who threw the punch was twice my size and half my age, and she walked away, probably laughing. The concert venue was very kind to me in the security/emergency area...but frankly, I don't even remember how I got there. I certainly can't even remember why I was there in the first place. The concert venue wanted to take me to the emergency room at a local Detroit hospital, but I refused. I guess I just live under a black cloud. I give off a bad vibe. I'm not very likeable if even strangers want me dead!
I surrender. I am waving a white flag.
The right side of my head and my ear is still very painful. I think I got something busted. I probably should go to the emergency room, but what's the point? Who cares about a stupid ear when I can't fix myself as a person. I can't even figure out what's wrong with me! I guess that's the problem. Peace.