'Dojo no shitsuke', meaning 'discipline of the dojo', is a journal/ diary where I write my life as an marital arts practitioner, about my experiences, thoughts, etc. I'll cover over how my karate life (annoying af) goes on and on, but how desperate...
These three boys were going on and on, but I tried my level best to fcking avoid them...
...But sometimes you start to lose it.
I ignored their cheap comments for a long a*s time, but then I decided to give them a taste of their own medicine.
I used to laugh and comment around about their mistakes too, but that made us even more bitter towards each other (obvi). But I sorta knew that, but I couldn't take it.... Being insulted anymore....
For a long time this continued, I used to improve bit by bit, they used to appreciated on every sh*tty thing....
I used to try to work hard by watching and hearing them, tho. It actually helped a bit, but I felt pathetic for eavesdropping (lol)
Ig this continued for about, 4-5 months, their were these two girls too, who were my good friends... I ain't giving real names, here are the codes
#girl1 (about my age, relatable)-becky #girl2(pretty immature but eh whatever)- rachel
Becky was so understanding, but I couldn't express everything to her like a dumb person 'cause she was actually pretty cunning... Rachel was boring but yh I talked to her to pass the time....
In kumite, (fights)… I had only my strength and tbh in shito Ryu it's more about speed, agility and technical strategy than raw strength, so I couldn't keep up much....
I always used to lose against the boy trio, like ALWAYS
It wasn't going quite well that time, and I wasn't completely intrested about karate at that time, either...
I knew it was long to come...
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