Case For The Defense...
You know, I don't go out in Largs in certain social circles that much, and maybe that's a good thing because I forgot just how fucking stupid and petty some people are.
I had my night fucked up on Sunday by someone who was pissed off about something or other I apparently said two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago?! Ok so two weeks ago, I was out, was a bit pissed, having a banter with some folk...apparently the 'heinous' thing I said was something along the lines of 'you're not who you were in sixth year' (?). Now I don't remember saying that but I was drunk and its possible that I did. But from what I remember the mood was generally quite banterous and I think its been taken out of context, also if I remember rightly, you were pretty busy sulking with someone else that night.
So I thought no more about it. Figured if anybody was wildly offended by anything I said (which they showed no sign of on the actual night might I add) they'd have said something.
Apparently not.
Now I don't go out looking to pick a fight with anyone. On Sunday all I wanted was to bust loose after two days at work. But I sure as hell am not having anybody acting like a wido with me and giving it all this attitude in my face without saying something back.
I mean its so fucking stupid. Two weeks man, really?! Did it take you two weeks to try and decide if you were pissed off or not? I don't get it. And then to conduct a fucking opinion poll on the subject in a bar? I mean wtf? Do you not have the balls to decide for yourself?
The thing that puzzles me most of all is why the fuck you cared so much. Why does my opinion suddenly matter to you after however many years of not knowing I existed? When we were at school and in shows n stuff I don't think you ever said two words to me presumably because you were far too busy being Mr Popular. And as with most people who were like that in school I didn't really give a shit and pretty much forgot you existed, unless I saw you out when I was polite if you deigned to speak to me.
To suddenly be terribly hurt by my opinion now just strikes me as either terribly fake or terribly insecure.
I don't really have time for people who are either of those things, and it shouldn't really be a problem considering I only really see you...hmm...once every two weeks? But I'm not going to pussy-foot around you, or kiss your ass or tone down my banter to temper your insecurities. You don't like my attitude? Tough shit.
Just stay out my fucking face and we're all good.
I had my night fucked up on Sunday by someone who was pissed off about something or other I apparently said two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago?! Ok so two weeks ago, I was out, was a bit pissed, having a banter with some folk...apparently the 'heinous' thing I said was something along the lines of 'you're not who you were in sixth year' (?). Now I don't remember saying that but I was drunk and its possible that I did. But from what I remember the mood was generally quite banterous and I think its been taken out of context, also if I remember rightly, you were pretty busy sulking with someone else that night.
So I thought no more about it. Figured if anybody was wildly offended by anything I said (which they showed no sign of on the actual night might I add) they'd have said something.
Apparently not.
Now I don't go out looking to pick a fight with anyone. On Sunday all I wanted was to bust loose after two days at work. But I sure as hell am not having anybody acting like a wido with me and giving it all this attitude in my face without saying something back.
I mean its so fucking stupid. Two weeks man, really?! Did it take you two weeks to try and decide if you were pissed off or not? I don't get it. And then to conduct a fucking opinion poll on the subject in a bar? I mean wtf? Do you not have the balls to decide for yourself?
The thing that puzzles me most of all is why the fuck you cared so much. Why does my opinion suddenly matter to you after however many years of not knowing I existed? When we were at school and in shows n stuff I don't think you ever said two words to me presumably because you were far too busy being Mr Popular. And as with most people who were like that in school I didn't really give a shit and pretty much forgot you existed, unless I saw you out when I was polite if you deigned to speak to me.
To suddenly be terribly hurt by my opinion now just strikes me as either terribly fake or terribly insecure.
I don't really have time for people who are either of those things, and it shouldn't really be a problem considering I only really see you...hmm...once every two weeks? But I'm not going to pussy-foot around you, or kiss your ass or tone down my banter to temper your insecurities. You don't like my attitude? Tough shit.
Just stay out my fucking face and we're all good.