Too bad the world isn't like fight class.

Growing up my family did mma together. 

We called it fight class. 

It was a great way to cope with life's issues as well as learn how to deal with issues between us. 

In fight class you work, sweat, push yourself and the other person until something pops or you simply can't go any further. 

From that I learned it's hard to be mad at someone who holds your mitts during stand-up; I also learned that your upper limit is a lot farther than you think it is.

Having life be like fight class would be nice. 

I'm not sure why, but the idea of being able to punch people you have issues with in a non-violent or aggressive way just sounds delightful.

 I guess that may seem aggressive but that's entirely not in my nature nor my intention; in fact, those drills are probably why my sibs and I are so close now, it's just a way to deal. 

I guess I cope with issues by bringing fight class to real life. 

A friend of mine pointed out to me today that my coping mechanism often communicates mixed signals. 

Example, a boy tried to get my attention to say hi during meetings today and I winked because I thought it was funny thing to do. 

Also within the same hour I pushed him into a partition as I was trying to move by him. To be fair I could have pushed harder but that doesn't make it any better, does it?

In my mind I'm clear that I'm trying to be his friend but I'm still annoyed at the quality of our friendship now. 

To Kristbug and everyone else on the outside it's mixed signals. 

Poop. 

I know she's right and I know I need to be better at this. 

I'm glad I have friends who tell me these things.

Life can't be like fight class.