It's like when you are with friends.., or just meeting
someone for the first couple of times.., and you want --NEED-- TO fill any
potentially awkward silence, to get a conversation going on *some* topic.
You end up talking about things you are not sure the other person will EVEN be
interested in, but the need to fill the silence makes it worth the
gamble. Or you end up as babbling incoherently, or
stream-of-consciously.., just to fill the silence. It's even worse if you
are the host, because that creates a social pressure to keep your guests
entertained.., the drive to fill the silence is amplified.
Yeah.., THAT is how I feel when I fight rapier these
days.., for the last few years, actually.
I experience a visceral *need* to attack.., to initiate
something, so that I and my opponent are actually and actively engaged.
It's stupid, I know.., and it is certainly detrimental to
skillful combat, and reputation, and fun.., *my* fun, at least.
I am, by nature, a counter-puncher.., or at least I *was* a
counter-puncher back when epees were the standard for SCA rapier and I went to
at least one practice a week, against thoughtful and capable opponents.
Now, the weapons are heavier, challenging my body's 20-year ingrained
epee-centric reflexes (No, mister wrist, that is not an epee, you've got
to start that parry combo earlier--the rapier blade in your hand doesn't move
as fast as an epee No, mister automatic distance control, all blades are
not the same length--that 48" tickler changes the algorithm you have
always relied on.) Today's weapons are stouter, making me much more
concerned about hitting too hard. And those damn period grips! It's
amazing how used to a french or pistol grip you can become in course of
decades. I am more than a year back into this game and I still do not
feel comfortable gripping my own weapons; my hands are constantly seeking the
comfortable position of yore.
All that stuff makes me feel.., inhibited, out of sorts.
But, it's not just that stuff.., not really.., not
totally.
For the last few years before returning to the SCA I did
modern epee.., and I felt the same *need* to start and maintain the
conversation there, too. In tournament bouts you get 3 3-minute periods
of fencing separated by two breaks. The clock is stopped with each touch,
then restarted with each command to engage, so that's 3 minutes of actual
fencing. The first fencer to score 15 touches against his opponent, or
the person with the highest score at the end of the time, wins. It is
quite common for epee matches in high-level competition to run right up to the
end of 9 solid minutes of fencing with neither fencer having scored 15 touches
on his opponent. Epee can be a waiting game, a counter-punching game..,
my game.
And yet, in my first tournaments, I found (in hindsight, of
course) that I had initiated almost every engagement and had brought my bouts
to conclusion.., to 15 touches scored (at least I won a few more than I
lost).., all within the first 3-minute period!! Whoa!
Where's the fire!? Slow down! Wait. Think.
Why do I get in such a hurry?
It was in examining the commonality of my behavior between
fencing and rapier, after a backyard practice with my friend Graham, that I discovered
the social pressure that seems to underpin much of that behavior. Since
Graham was a guest at my house, and fencing with him actually was kind of a
"host" thing, the feeling that I needed to initiate the action
was stronger and more distinct than it had been in the past. It was
easier to recognize. Epiphany!
Funny, though--I don't remember feeling this 15+ years ago,
at the height of my activity as a Don in Ansteorra. This datapoint is
what got me examining the rest of the factors that could be contributing to my
inhibitions (different weapons, grip, etc). But is this all of it?
Certainly the lack of local practice (hell, lack of local group to even
facilitate a local practice) seems to raise the "stakes" of each bout
at an event. That has to factor in. Although I usually don't care
too much whether I win or lose, I find afterwards I am a bit concerned about
how I am perceived.., and that is a recipe for a thick soup of performance
anxiety.
Hell. There sure seems to be a lot of stompy foot-traffic
on the bridge between my head and my heart.
What is it they say? Admitting that you have a problem
is the first step...? Ok. Check. Step one accomplished.
Step two? Not 100% sure.., but I do know that I need
to slow the fuck down as I figure it out.