Rude, Stupid, Ignorant People Need to Die (Or: 'Rage Within the Machine')
As I write this, I'm on the GO train, headed back home to merry old Jokeville and life as a responsible grown-up.
As I write this. my hands are trembling with rage, and I can't unclench my teeth.
On the TTC, I nearly slit a man's throat. Now, I use the term 'man' in the loosest possible sense; he was, by all appearances, biologically an adult male human, but one has to question the maturity of someone who spends ALMOST AN HOUR trying to pick a fight with a complete stranger on the subway.
Now, let me set the scene: I'm sitting, in a good mood (at the time), minding my own business and whistling softly. Then this asshole a few seats away tells me to- and I quote, "shut the fuck up." I glanced at him quizzically- I'm unaccustomed to that degree of pointless, meaningless aggression since graduating JUNIOR FUCKING HIGH. He pulls a mocking face (there's that maturity again), so I casually flipped him the bird and ignored him. A few minutes later, in an attempt not to let this shithead ruin my mood, I go back to whistling. Louder this time. (Granted not very mature on my part, but I was truly the lesser of two evils here.) Anyway, buddy-boy's got nothing more to say- to my face- until my head is turned, whereupon he mutters 'faggot' under his breath. Which angered me on both the homophobia and cowardice fronts. I pipe up at this point and confront him saying "Excuse me, what?"
His response? "Was I talkin' to you, bro?" (Holy shit, a real live douchebag!)
I shugged and told him I didn't know whether or not he was talking to me, whereupon he asked if I wanted him to kick my ass. (My mental responses, in order: "Ooh, ooh, yes please, sir!" and "You got friends hidden in those baggy pants, son? 'Cuz otherwise it's not gonna go te way you think it will.") He went on to elaborate that he would kick me in the head and the balls at the same time. (Yeah. I know.)
I said "That'd be a nifty trick," and he responded by mumbling something like "Yeah, there you go". A real Descartes we have here, friends and neighbours.
"What's your problem, man?" I asked, truly baffled by the juvenile chest-thumping I was witnessing, and he said "Don't talk to me, bro!"
"Ooooo-KAY!" I reply with a fuck-you grin, and pointedly ignore the I'm-so-fucking-tough faces he made at me for the rest of the train ride.
Which brings me to my point. I am SO fucking sick of having to curb my impulses when it comes to dickheads like him. Why should I have to behave myself, and not rise to his bait, when he clearly wanted to get into a physical altercation? Would it really be so wrong to provide what he desires, and in so doing, teach him either a) don't pick fights when you don't know how strong your opponent is, b) don't be rude to strangers, or c) don't piss off madmen carrying blade weapons? Would the world really mourn the loss of someone like that? You can counter with the fact that he's probably got a family and friends, but if they're willingly associating with that asshuffer, do they deserve to remain happy? Do we as a society want people like that to live long enough to BREED, and raise KIDS to be like that?
Why should I go to jail, for scooping a turd from the gene pool?
This world makes no sense. I'm going to go live in animé, where assholes always manage to get their comeuppance.
As I write this. my hands are trembling with rage, and I can't unclench my teeth.
On the TTC, I nearly slit a man's throat. Now, I use the term 'man' in the loosest possible sense; he was, by all appearances, biologically an adult male human, but one has to question the maturity of someone who spends ALMOST AN HOUR trying to pick a fight with a complete stranger on the subway.
Now, let me set the scene: I'm sitting, in a good mood (at the time), minding my own business and whistling softly. Then this asshole a few seats away tells me to- and I quote, "shut the fuck up." I glanced at him quizzically- I'm unaccustomed to that degree of pointless, meaningless aggression since graduating JUNIOR FUCKING HIGH. He pulls a mocking face (there's that maturity again), so I casually flipped him the bird and ignored him. A few minutes later, in an attempt not to let this shithead ruin my mood, I go back to whistling. Louder this time. (Granted not very mature on my part, but I was truly the lesser of two evils here.) Anyway, buddy-boy's got nothing more to say- to my face- until my head is turned, whereupon he mutters 'faggot' under his breath. Which angered me on both the homophobia and cowardice fronts. I pipe up at this point and confront him saying "Excuse me, what?"
His response? "Was I talkin' to you, bro?" (Holy shit, a real live douchebag!)
I shugged and told him I didn't know whether or not he was talking to me, whereupon he asked if I wanted him to kick my ass. (My mental responses, in order: "Ooh, ooh, yes please, sir!" and "You got friends hidden in those baggy pants, son? 'Cuz otherwise it's not gonna go te way you think it will.") He went on to elaborate that he would kick me in the head and the balls at the same time. (Yeah. I know.)
I said "That'd be a nifty trick," and he responded by mumbling something like "Yeah, there you go". A real Descartes we have here, friends and neighbours.
"What's your problem, man?" I asked, truly baffled by the juvenile chest-thumping I was witnessing, and he said "Don't talk to me, bro!"
"Ooooo-KAY!" I reply with a fuck-you grin, and pointedly ignore the I'm-so-fucking-tough faces he made at me for the rest of the train ride.
Which brings me to my point. I am SO fucking sick of having to curb my impulses when it comes to dickheads like him. Why should I have to behave myself, and not rise to his bait, when he clearly wanted to get into a physical altercation? Would it really be so wrong to provide what he desires, and in so doing, teach him either a) don't pick fights when you don't know how strong your opponent is, b) don't be rude to strangers, or c) don't piss off madmen carrying blade weapons? Would the world really mourn the loss of someone like that? You can counter with the fact that he's probably got a family and friends, but if they're willingly associating with that asshuffer, do they deserve to remain happy? Do we as a society want people like that to live long enough to BREED, and raise KIDS to be like that?
Why should I go to jail, for scooping a turd from the gene pool?
This world makes no sense. I'm going to go live in animé, where assholes always manage to get their comeuppance.