So I had Bridges again last night. I guess I'm winning people over in there. Last night we had to talk about behavioral vs. physical signs of when you get angry. We were going around the room sharing about our physical signs of anger, and when it got to me I said, "I usually clench my jaw, and pop my joints," and I popped my neck and my elbows. The leader guy (someday I'll remember his name) said "oh that must be from your cage fighting." and I said "yeah, I guess it comes with the territory." He sort of paused and said "wait, are you really a cage fighter?" and I said "yeah, I thought you knew that already." So a few guys in the class started asking me about that, and I had to clarify that I'm not a cage fighter, but I've participated in MMA, and still do martial arts.
Since I am trying to be positive about this whole stupid experience, I will say that my favorite part of Bridges is the odd mix of characters in the class. There's the crazy redneck guy that obviously belongs there, and then there's the really well-spoken guy who's kind of the veteren of the group who's so blantantly honest about everything it's a little disarming. He talks about his struggles with alcoholism, and the kind of person he is when he drinks as opposed to who he is when we see him. He's always interesting. Then there's this Russian guy, who mumbles crazy things in his thick Russian accent usually about how awful and stupid and cruel women are. Last night the crazy Russian guy, blindsided us by closing the evening with a poem he wrote.
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