Saw something that made me re-evaluate the "poolroom mentality" again. You know, the poolroom may be the place to find anything you're looking for. It may be the place to outwit and outmaneuver your other "poolians." It may be the place to "hook up" with pretty much anything or anyone. It might be your "place to meditate." Or even mediate. But, I saw a few acts that gave me hope for our morality again.
Where you and I both hang out (they're all the same, with just the names changed), we get close to eachother's personal lives without even trying. Throw in alcohol, and it can get even more truthful. Well, this female (let's call her Sarah) has frequented our place on average twice a week for a long time. She hasn't made herself available, though. She talks pool, and keeps to herself about personal stuff. Well, a couple of days ago, we found out why.
She'd always been friendly to "our crowd." She'd been always friendly to "all crowds" where we hang out. An all-around pretty nice person, kind of a bubbly Phoebe from Friends, but more shy. Well anyway, she comes in, in tears. She even looked scared with her head down. I got closer and saw handprints on the side of her face. "He only gets mad when he's drinking or on that sh#$." I talked to her for a little bit, when she told me she couldn't leave him, she had nowhere to go. Then, in walks the accused. He was out of his mind, talking about how she was a whore for hanging out with a bunch of guys. He pushed his way toward her when about three of us stood up. Pretty much everyone around saw us get in the middle and began the wagons circling. It was a tearjerking moment, now that I look back. Well, he left. Then, the next morning, so did she. Quite a few people chipped in to get her deposit for the apartment. Three of the guys helped move her out.
I've done my share of all illicit stuff, God knows. But, when it gets to that point, someone has to get out of the situation. So she did. I won't judge the guy. He might have all kinds of problems. But, I saw her yesterday and it was like seeing a new improved human. But, I did see a random group of "poolroomers" stand up and do something besides trying to fu#$ somebody out of something. This restores part of my faith, at least. All is now well she says. "He doesn't even call."
Thought I'd share. Please don't ask who and when if you hang out where I do. Best let it be.
Where you and I both hang out (they're all the same, with just the names changed), we get close to eachother's personal lives without even trying. Throw in alcohol, and it can get even more truthful. Well, this female (let's call her Sarah) has frequented our place on average twice a week for a long time. She hasn't made herself available, though. She talks pool, and keeps to herself about personal stuff. Well, a couple of days ago, we found out why.
She'd always been friendly to "our crowd." She'd been always friendly to "all crowds" where we hang out. An all-around pretty nice person, kind of a bubbly Phoebe from Friends, but more shy. Well anyway, she comes in, in tears. She even looked scared with her head down. I got closer and saw handprints on the side of her face. "He only gets mad when he's drinking or on that sh#$." I talked to her for a little bit, when she told me she couldn't leave him, she had nowhere to go. Then, in walks the accused. He was out of his mind, talking about how she was a whore for hanging out with a bunch of guys. He pushed his way toward her when about three of us stood up. Pretty much everyone around saw us get in the middle and began the wagons circling. It was a tearjerking moment, now that I look back. Well, he left. Then, the next morning, so did she. Quite a few people chipped in to get her deposit for the apartment. Three of the guys helped move her out.
I've done my share of all illicit stuff, God knows. But, when it gets to that point, someone has to get out of the situation. So she did. I won't judge the guy. He might have all kinds of problems. But, I saw her yesterday and it was like seeing a new improved human. But, I did see a random group of "poolroomers" stand up and do something besides trying to fu#$ somebody out of something. This restores part of my faith, at least. All is now well she says. "He doesn't even call."
Thought I'd share. Please don't ask who and when if you hang out where I do. Best let it be.
