“Why did they have eight people?”

“Why couldn’t I have eight people?”

My friend was jumped tonight at a house party that very few of our friends attended with him. We go to this house all of the time, it’s a fraternity house and we’re friends with all of the boys and everything was alright. Half of the crew was busy doing other things and so because it’s such a regular thing and so many people usually go and its always a good time, three of my friends decided to go without everyone else. Only, this time something actually went wrong. He’s sitting in my floor right now, his glasses are broken, his nose is swollen, his eyes are swollen and his lips are busted. I can’t even look at him straight because it’s a scary sight. He just keeps repeated that he got stomped out and that he didn’t have eight hands and that if only one person could have been there, he could have been alright and walked away in a better position than he came home in. Honestly, I feel so sorry for him, but this entire scenario reminds me of a young child, not in that he’s being childish, but in that we’re all realizing now some of the things that we don’t know or understand. His two questions keep replaying in my head and I can’t find a single solution. All I can say is that life is not fair and that is unfortunate. We are so very, very unfortunate.