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acting on impulse never results in anything good, and i made the mistake on sunday night of acting on it.
long story short someone was informed that i had made a comment reguarding how much their girlfriend ate, and i may have used the term "beached" to refer to her as she sits on the couch on her front porch.
essentially, i ended up getting bitched at and told that i had nothing to back my shit talking up with and that one of my best friends apparently talks loads of shit about me. upon responding and solely aknowledging that fact that yes, life sucks, i was met with a "that's a cop out, plain and simple. i'm done with you." at which point, i had one of two options: take the high road, and walk away from the situation. or meet them at eye level.
and what did i choose?
well i came back with
"a cop out is telling someone about themself in a bitchy myspace message becuase you're mad that they called your girlfriend out on being a cow. and as for not having any proof to back my shit talking up with, why don't you go hoist lillian onto a bathroom scale."
now, in hindsight, this was not a wise decision. and i am not saying this out of fear or regret that i may have hurt her feelings. honestly, i don't care about what little feelings she has. what i do care about is the fact that i do not want to take on the perpetual badgering that this would ensue. i did not want to deal with threats of ass kickings or a perpetual stream of voicemails putting me down.
but more importantly, i didn't want to deal with the fact that that meant i had sunk to their level. i didn't want to talk shit back and perpetuate the shit talking cycle that most teenagers trap themselves in.
so, fortunatly, being as that this took place on myspace, i went home today after work, and looked at my Sent box. by good graces, he was yet to read the e-mail, which allowed me to simply hit the 'delete sent' button.
and rather then thinking of a less abrasive e-mail to send, i decided to just ignore that he even started this. i don't care if he calls me a coward, if he calls me a sissy, whatever. if he comes up to me and says anything, i won't hesitate to tell him to fuck off, but i would much prefer not to engage in an ongoing-never ending pointless battle.
i'm over all that, and i don;t want to deal with it.
long story short someone was informed that i had made a comment reguarding how much their girlfriend ate, and i may have used the term "beached" to refer to her as she sits on the couch on her front porch.
essentially, i ended up getting bitched at and told that i had nothing to back my shit talking up with and that one of my best friends apparently talks loads of shit about me. upon responding and solely aknowledging that fact that yes, life sucks, i was met with a "that's a cop out, plain and simple. i'm done with you." at which point, i had one of two options: take the high road, and walk away from the situation. or meet them at eye level.
and what did i choose?
well i came back with
"a cop out is telling someone about themself in a bitchy myspace message becuase you're mad that they called your girlfriend out on being a cow. and as for not having any proof to back my shit talking up with, why don't you go hoist lillian onto a bathroom scale."
now, in hindsight, this was not a wise decision. and i am not saying this out of fear or regret that i may have hurt her feelings. honestly, i don't care about what little feelings she has. what i do care about is the fact that i do not want to take on the perpetual badgering that this would ensue. i did not want to deal with threats of ass kickings or a perpetual stream of voicemails putting me down.
but more importantly, i didn't want to deal with the fact that that meant i had sunk to their level. i didn't want to talk shit back and perpetuate the shit talking cycle that most teenagers trap themselves in.
so, fortunatly, being as that this took place on myspace, i went home today after work, and looked at my Sent box. by good graces, he was yet to read the e-mail, which allowed me to simply hit the 'delete sent' button.
and rather then thinking of a less abrasive e-mail to send, i decided to just ignore that he even started this. i don't care if he calls me a coward, if he calls me a sissy, whatever. if he comes up to me and says anything, i won't hesitate to tell him to fuck off, but i would much prefer not to engage in an ongoing-never ending pointless battle.
i'm over all that, and i don;t want to deal with it.