Hm. What’s up? Went to DC for the first time in a couple decades. Kinda weird saying that, but I think the last time I was there, I was seven. Was in town for a friend’s wedding, which was great. Got to see the Lincoln Memorial, and stand where MLKJr. stood when he gave his “I Have a Dream,” speech. Powerful.

It was a great weekend, spent hanging out with great friends, revelling in our friend’s happiness, and hanging out with each other. What could be better?

Ah, there was watching one of my friends getting beat up by his giant, misanthropic neanderthal of a girlfriend. I know it’s sort of weird, seeing that written, but this insane psychotic idiot, who has somehow attached herself to an otherwise pretty reasonable guy needs to be forcibly separated from him, forever. It’s strange – the two of them have been dating for a couple years now, and I doubt if past the first week or two, if I’ve ever seen them in a state of anything other than abject misery. But until this weekend, that was sort of beside the point. If he was happy, even if she was a manic depressive, miserable shit, it was their business, and his horrible judgement that was keeping them together. Far be it for me to say, hey, stop hanging out with someone who’s perpetually in a horrible mood, who’s painful to hang out with, and who basically ruins any situation they get anywhere near. It’s his choice, he can do what he wants.

But this weekend changed that. At the wedding, in a side room where I suspect they didn’t expect anyone would see them, through a window, a few of us happened to see her flip out and start chasing him around the room. The next morning, he showed up to hang out with scratches on his face. When asked what had happened, he said that the GF got mad, but they, “worked it out.” Bullshit, and we all know it.

What strikes me as odd about the whole situation is that there have been many times in my life where action has been required. Immediate action. I’ve saved a few people as a lifeguard, I helped keep a house from burning down last year. These were situations were something was wrong, and immediately, without thinking, I did what I thought needed to be done. In this situation, the same trigger popped, when I saw what was going on, but nothing happened. I just stood there, dumbfounded. In some weird retrospect, I wanted to have run into the room, and told the psycho bitch that I would call the cops and have her arrested if she didn’t leave, on foot, right that instant. But I didn’t. I suppose maybe I hoped it would work out, or something? But it never will.

What do you do in a situation like this? Where you *know* what is going on, but for some reason, it doesn’t feel right to say anything? How do you approach a situation like this? What do you say?