When we were younger we thought everyone was on our side..

I want to write about this simply because it has me pretty upset.

I've met a few new people here in Cali. and I've had some good times with them. But from what happened on my birthday....I'm feeling jaded.

I went out with a new friend (we hung out 3 or 4 times before this) and 3 of the guys she lives with. We went out in downtown San Diego to this 3 story club that was overly packed and, honestly, a bit annoying. I decided to try and make the best of it even though I would have preferred to be somewhere smaller with much less people. We had a good time, I met some of the people she works with and made friends with one of the guys. By the time we left everyone was at least a little drunk just like the rest of downtown. I was walking with the guy I met and talking. Truthfully, I'm not exactly sure how everything got started but I know the guys ended up arguing with a group of angry drunk people passing us. Me, being the person I am, go up to the guys and try to calm everyone down. I tell them let's just leave, it's not worth it, just walk away. Well, the guy I befriended ends up getting hit and nobody does anything.....not one of the 3 or 4 guys that was with us. He was basically getting his ass kicked and they just told him not to do anything. At some point I turn around and out of no where I am punched in the face by some girl. It was so unexpected and hard that I fall to the ground. I lay there and think, what the fuck just happened. By the time I get up I don't see who did it (I couldn't tell you what the person looked like). Again, nobody did anything. The group of us was at least 6 or 7 people and while 2 of us get hit....not one person does anything. So, I start crying not because I got hit but because the thought of this upsets me so much. If I was back home with my friends/family the night would have had a completely different outcome. I would be telling you how a friend got hit and then the rest of the boys backed him up or broke it up. I would be telling you how I got punched in the face and then my friends helped make things even or they got the cops to get these people. I wouldn't be telling you that I spent 20 mins crying telling the girl that there is no way possibly I am going to stay at her house. How I don't want to see any of their faces. How I don't understand how they could just....stand there. By the time this was happening it was just the three of us....the girl I met a few weeks ago and the guy I met that night. We get a cab to her apartment where my car is and she tries to get me to go inside. I said no, I would rather sleep in my car then go up there. So the guy (that is covered in blood) tells me we can just go stay at his house. So we do. I wake up in the morning with my entire face hurting, my knee scraped and bruised. I have a small bruise on the side of my face I didn't even get hit...from falling I guess? The guy has a black eye and of course is hurting. We sit and talk trying to figure out how the fuck nobody did anything. He says "how did my friends just stand there and tell me not to do anything". I tell him they aren't his friends. I tell him that's not what people do. Or at least it's what I thought. He tells me I probably got hit because the girls were Mexican and were probably mad I was trying to help him (he is Mexican also). As sad as that is, it's probably true.

So my sad lesson is that I can't expect everyone to think the same as me. I can't expect everyone to be good and caring and want to help those who surround us. You know, I've seen many fights when I am out and I go up to the people and try and stop it (people I don't even know). Because there isn't a reason for it, it can easily be stopped if someone just cares enough to make the effort to stop it.