What is it with rude people? Why is it that they feel so entitled to treat others like crap, family friends, strangers, coworkers, customers, people getting a service from you, or whatever the brief and intermittent relationship might be. People officially suck! I have always dealt with these people my entire life, from the time I was kneed in the crotch because some little shit head wanted my toy, from my narcissistic abusive ex, all the way to strangers rudely interrupting my conversation to comment how they disapprove of my tattoos.
Dipshit in Sacramento: “Why would you do that to your body? You’re such a pretty girl.” pointing to my sleeved legs, from my ankle to my knees.
Me: I can either say nothing or point to his obese body and ask him the same question. I just raised a brow, gave him the devilish smirk and walked away. The next person without a filter from their brain to mouth might not be so lucky.
While most of the time I ignore these things, take the abuse or make a neutral comment, smile and walk away. Please do not misinterpret my temporary passive approach to your unwarranted behavior as weakness on my part, because I can quickly put you in your place so fucking fast you head will spin and I will make you look like the jackass you are. Every once and a while, some lucky person witnesses this phenomenon. Thomas witnessed it a few times, from the idiot driver I confronted in a store to pushing and lifting a guy off his feet at Outside Lands Festival trying to dig through our bags and then called me a bitch for trying to assist him in his search for his lost bag. Treat me like crap once, shame on you. Treat me like crap twice, shame on your again. Treat me like crap a third time, shame on me and you are going to hear straight from me why, what, how, who, and when you messed up. Not a third party, not a rumor, not an exaggerated story; you are going to hear the facts. I do not mess with exaggeration, I do not mess with summing it up, I deal with facts only; what was said, done, when, how, and so on. Feeling have no part in the conversation; it is all about how you present yourself. Take your feeling home to mamma, because that frilly girly shit has no place in this conversation.
Moreover, remember what you do now, reflects how others see you. Your children are learning from you and by the example you set. If you act like an entitled asshole, your children are going to grow up acting like entitled little assholes. So when you get pissed at them for their mouth, just remember you are the one that taught them to act and talk like that. Pat yourself on the back for being a dipshit.
Today started off wonderfully. Until about 9am and continued to be crappy until 4:30pm. I am looking forward to a better night and a better rest of the week.
I would like to thank all the wonderful people today who accumulatively and successfully ruined a good part of my day.
Now back to my paper in Jeffery Dahmer. Muahhahahaha.
Oh hell, I miss kickboxing! I can’t wait until my back is better, it’s so GREAT to hit a bag after a crappy day. Writing helps too, but it’s not the same.
And to the people reading this, this is not directed at one particular person, this is an accumulation of people today.
