So anyway, the idea that we were talking about, via movies as our shared reference point is one that my friend John and I hashed out late one night a few months ago.

The theory’s basically about dating & interacting romantically with the opposite sex, and it totally has everything to do with the Karate Kid. So, just bear that in mind as I follow through describing the analogy - I am NOT actually talking about fighting. I’m talking about romance. But it’s not just romance either, it’s all about personal development as well.

Alright, when you’re young, you have a lot of like youthful energy that makes you pretty aggressive and pissed off, and you just want to go out and get into fights. You don’t so much care with who or why, because it’s not really focused like that.

This is what the Cobra Kai dojo is all about. Just constantly picking fights, and usually with people who are weaker than you, who you can easily push around, and always win against. This is where you get a certain type of guys who are constantly “scoring” with chicks, but it’s almost invariably with girls who have no self-esteem, and the guys totally know and use that to control them. We all know guys like this (including my former boss, Marco Bianco, who is an asshole and owes me a thousand dollars).

But then you have this other school that Mr. Miyagi represents the pinnacle of, where the better you get at karate, the more you learn not to use it, and that violence isn’t really the answer. You get this inner peace, where you realize that fighting is just another way of expressing beauty, just like growing bonsai trees, or like sweeping the floor, or painting a fence. And when you’re on this path of self-development, you reach a certain point where you want “sparring partners,” who are at least on your skill-level, if not even better than you at the game. And you might pass up possible action, because you realize that it’s just not a fair-fight, or that it’s not done for the right reasons, like when Daniel gives that kid’s nose a good honking, rather than kicking his ass to smithereens, which by this time, he knows he is capable of.

I know, it may sound like a cover-story to explain why I don’t get laid a lot, but I also happen to believe it.

So anyway, yeah… I should go to bed now, but I ain’t tired, cause I spent a few hours on the couch watching TV and dozing earlier, which was actually a lot of fun. I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. Good old couch.