It was a bit intense. Mike gives it everything he's got. I actually admire the amount of effort he puts into it, and he gave me a few pointers that I think will help me. I need to work on my footwork, stepping forward with my back foot and not leaning forward. He also told me to breathe out as I punch, and I noticed it helped. He also helped me with my uppercuts - reminded me to make it a short, tight movement instead of a longer, slower swing. Good things to remember.
But man... about halfway through the session I already felt like I really needed my inhaler. I was terribly out of breath and slightly felt like puking. I was regretting pushing myself at the beginning in order to keep up with him. I felt bad because I had to really slow down near the end, but I think it was good. I tried to at least keep up with feeding for him.
In other news, I was talking to Dustin tonight. We decided to watch a movie. I wanted to watch Seeking a Friend for the End of the World again. I originally hesitated because I know sad movies tend to put him into a foul mood and SAFFTEOTW is a very sad movie, but he insisted he wanted to see it and could handle it.
After the movie, he started going on about how the world could only be happy if everyone had someone to love. I said that it was possible to be happy even if you're alone. He continued to ramble about how "real love" means preferring death over being alone. I disagreed. He had the nerve to tell me that that meant I'd never felt real love.
I mean really. Telling that to someone who's not only been in a relationship for the past eight years, but also telling it to someone when you have no idea what they have or haven't felt in their life. To be so full of yourself that you think you know enough to tell me what I do or don't know about love.
Fuck you.
And if that wasn't bad enough... I made it clear that I was mad. He said he was sorry and that he knew it was a stupid thing to say, but that "I should know he says stuff like that sometimes and shouldn't be pissed at him." Because apparently being his friend means I don't deserve to be treated with respect. I didn't give in to his pathetic apology, and told him that he had knew nothing about my love life. He replied "well you don't know anything about me at all. and don't even pretend you do. if you've felt real love, you wouldn't be pissed at me anyway because you know it isn't true."
Uh huh. Because apparently insults don't exist as long as you know they're not true. Right.
I can totally see how sorry you are, Dustin. You totally proved it by telling me that I don't deserve to act like I know you, telling me how I should feel, acting like you know everything and do nothing wrong, and belittling my relationship. I'm not mad because I'm insecure about my feelings. I'm mad because you're acting like a fucking douche to me. Friends don't tell say these kinds of things to each other. Friends don't treat friends like this. Why would I want to be your friend if you just want to treat me like shit and say "whatever, that's just what I do."
Fuck you. Why should I waste my time trying to make you feel better if you just enjoy making me feel like shit. I don't need you.