I hate people who act immoral under the 'influence of drugs' and then are completely oblivious and apologetic afterwards.
I was stood in a pub last week, and this bloke I know came wandering up to me. He said, 'Hey Tom, am I right in thinking that you lost a camoflauge hoodie in here last night?'
'Yeah, I did..was it handed in?'
'No, I know the guy who stole it.'
'Tell me where he is, I'll go and get it back and kick his fucking head in'
--Now, before you think I'm completely ignorant for acting so instinctively violently, there is something you should know about this hoodie. It's an expensive hoodie that my girlfriend got me for valentines day and she had to travel out of town for an hour to get it, and then an hour back. This specialty was enhanced by the fact that she managed to get it to me when she was out of the country, which means I had something to open even though she wasnt there, and it meant alot to me, I love her to bits. Anyway, the night before, I had lost this hoodie and I was looking for ages for it--
I was in the pub with a good number of my friends and my girlfriend's Dad had also come into the pub when I was told that the guy who had stolen it was bringing it back within 15 minutes and apologising for taking it, after he'd been wearing it and bragging about taking it. I was livid. I was so angry and wanted to tear him apart, but I needed to handle the situation so that I was firm with him but also seemed reasonable to my girlfriend's Dad...Woo challenge.
Anyway, this guy arrived, hoodie in hand. He walked up to me, pale as a ghost, trembling and gave me the hoody and apologised. The hoody smelt of him, it had been with him for a whole day, he thought he could brag about taking things from me, it made me SO fucking angry. I wanted to beat the shit out of him right there.
Instead, I had to talk to him. I took him to one side and I tried to be reasonable, but at the same time told him that if he ever touches anything of mine again, I'd kick his head in. I told him it was wrong, indecent and the fact that he thought he could take things from me was completely...ARGH..it still makes me fucking sick.
I asked him if he was scared. He said he was, that he didn't want to come up to me and give me the hoodie but he did, if he didn't, I would have found him and got it anyway. I know that it takes courage to do such a thing, especially when I'm so fuming but I still wanted to destroy him there and then.
I asked him what made him do it. He said ecstacy.
It's no excuse.
It's not on.
If I saw him now, I would still want to beat the shite out of him.
Is this wrong? Do you think it was good of him to do what he did? Do you feel sorry for him with his 'problem'? In some ways I'd like to think that I've helped him start to sort himself out, by the sheer fear in his weedy eyes, I hope he's learnt something other than not to fuck with me.