How to Summon My Inner Monster

If people choose the person they love, they should also choose the people they argue with. I have my own ideals when it comes to those whom I fight with. Because there are those which, if you argue with but are not on the same level as you, are worth "breaking up" with.
I love a person who is good in arguments. Yes, I can even love my enemies. There are people who know the right words to counter attack my words. Those are the people I like. Those whom I argue with but at the same time has a point. I got my own point and, possibly, the enemy got one, too. And even if there isn't any, at least, at the end, one agrees to be (or at least) defeated. I fight at my mightiest, as long as it's a logical argument and in context, but when I know that my point is not as better as the one I am arguing with, I stop.
I know when to stop.
But what I really hate are those people who argue with me for the sake of just arguing---not for the sake of getting his or her logical point across. I'm, talking about those people who go beyond context, who talk about something else that is not really relevant to the topic at hand.
Let's say, for example, that you two are arguing about why a guy does not deserve a trust because he is a user (sounds familiar? Nah, just popped into my mind *wink*.) And then, the one you are arguing with (Let's call this person, the opponent) suddenly starts telling you, "Well, your mother sucks!" or "GAY!" or "People do not like you, shut up!" or maybe, starts throwing things at you literally. What's the whole point of such lines in an argument? Yeah, just to piss us off. They resort to calling us names or talking about things that are not relevant to the argument at hand by attacking us just so they can think that they can win it.
But actually, no. It's the other way around. You see, if we argue in-context, we get the privilege of being a good fighter. But if we start doing things that are not related to what the argument is, that means that we are the LOSERS. Because when a person starts talking about other things, he or she knows that he cannot fire back anymore. This is the moment that the opponent chooses to kick inside the boxing ring. He or she knows he is losing, he needs to fire back with something illogical, unreasonable, and on topmost, naive.
But the question is, how do we respond. Do we stick our tongues out and put our thumbs on our heads as our fingers wave in the air? Do we pull our pants down and slap on our asses?
Now, I am not a violent person.. But once things get out of hand (like what the opponent does,) I think it's time for Plan V... Not plan B... Plan V.. Violence.
Just kidding. Not a right kind of piece of advice. But all I can say is, it's just me. It's just that when I get really pissed off due to illogical rants, I go totally ballistic.
The monster sleeps... But the monster inside awakens in time. So, do not dare summon it.

Jump on The Stage

Dressed up and ready to go somewhere which is not a house I was that Sunday afternoon as I headed to Gabby's house. I had no idea what all the other peeps were planning on that day but I had that little craving to go out and rock. So I dragged boyish Gabby, bestfriend Taylor, and tall lanky Jace. They weren't really planning for anything done outside but I convinced them to go out at a mall where our friend, Judy, works as a manager of a certain pastry shop. She, then, tagged along as our feet took us to a restau bar.
With some negotiations with our contributions, we managed to have enough for our dinner and booze. Pizza, beers, gin, sisig, and eye candies promised a good night ahead. Bands were playing at a stage and we found love with one band that had a guest list that favored our tastes. We had the guts to talk to the band, tell them how much we loved their gig, and managed to make friends with them (or at least, with the very awesome vocalist.)
Then, I was eyeing this chic with whom I had no guts of talking to. So I gulped a lot of power booster to lose a little of my shame and successfully gave my number written on a Vampire Diaries post card that Taylor found inside the bar. My card was rejected. I don't know if I was considered "too drunk," "too rude," or that chic just hated Vampire Diaries. I'm not even sure if its contents were read. Well, at least, I did something... BUT IT WAS NOT ENOUGH. I'm such a loser when it comes to hook ups.
The night was still young when Judy had to go home after spending the rest of the time just watching us have a fine night. Maybe, she was really that tired or she was worrying about her cute son who was sick that time. But, when you are at a party, YOU OUGHTA PARTY! Oh, well... That's just my opinion, not hers... So what the heck.
There was this one guy who all of a sudden just talked to me... inside the bathroom. Not interesting-looking, short, common face... I don't know how the conversation started but it was just there. I even forgot how it ended.
Then, we had the rest of the night jamming with the songs from the bands. Our table was filled with head-banging dancing freaks. Later that night/early morning, we managed to dance on the dancefloor. But I did not choose the floor, I chose the stage where I took solo of the music (I loved it when the DJ jammed on "Jump" by Nelly Furtado.) After some songs, I was requested to go off the stage which I took hands up and respectfully.
As we walked in the parking place, my friends suddenly stopped for a while with a reason I don't really recall. The stop just made my back kiss the earth. I just wanted to lie there. I have no idea how my friends managed to get my phone and photograph me at that moment. Jace even went on top of me which made the security come to stop the mess. I saw my photo "punching" Jace with what he's doing---it was embarrassing!
We walked our way to find a taxi as we talked and yelled about the security in a huge space at the mall.
"Well, if you are gonna have some bars in your mall, you gotta expect that people will be lying on the ground and all!!!" I yelled at nobody, voice resounding on the huge walls.
"Yeah, nice job, security! Nice job!" Gabby added. And we went on and on and on.
Boring, right? I want to do more than that this weekend.