i had a dream where my old friend wanted to box with me. he started hitting me lightly with his fists, but with force, so i accepted his challenge, knowing i would not hold back once we started boxing with gloves. i ripped into him, getting good effect, but it wasn't long before he was a sobbing mess, crying desperately infront of me, and i was utterly confused. why would he challenge me in the first place if he did not recognize the inherent consequences? why was he sobbing, expecting as if i was supposed to suddenly become emotionally understanding to his struggle, when he was the one that riled me up? it was then, as if i could suddenly see the person behind the persona, and understand why. it was his low appraisal of himself that caused him to want to prove to others that he was valuable, that he was a winner. he just wanted someone to see the worth in him because he couldn't see it in himself. i reluctantly, through my confusion, wiped his tears and snot, and somehow saw a part of myself in him. then i woke up.
