The Philosophy of Life...
...This past weekend, when i was not quite myself, a friend of mine asked me to tell her "the philosophy of life"...so here it is, ladies and gentlemen:
SOME select folks just need a good, loud, hardcore CUSSIN' OUT to SET THEIR ASSES STRAIGHT...
..and there you have it...the secret to success...pick your battles wisely, but when you do fight, fight to the fucking death.
How did i come to this conclusion without having an overabundance of alcohol in my system? Well, i was in the broke ass elevator in Main, and this rude ass bitch, who i guess thought she had some clout because she was the only senior in the elevator, decided that it was everyone else's fault that she kept missing her floor and tried to make us feel like shit because we "kept pressing the damned button."
Now did i verbally bitch-slap this ho' like i should have?
No, i didn't. This is because i suffer from a social disorder that i like to call DRS (Delayed Response Syndrome)...it takes me a little while to get mad at things, because my goal in life is to avoid unnecessary drama, so i try to RATIONALIZE why people are acting like assholes instead of setting them straight right then. I do this because i am capable of phenomenal and frankly, dangerous levels of anger. So i look for every excuse imaginable to prevent me from "going there." After i'm away from the situation and i'm all alone, i vent.
I was going to dedicate a portion of this entry to cussing her out, but since i curse like a sailor in front of all of you anyway and this is getting rather lengthy, i shall spare you all...i am, however, game for live performances...j/k...sorta..
In conclusion, all i have to say is this: Don't make the mistake of thinking that my nice side is all there is to me and that you can keep on and keep on giving me bullshit...cuz like my boy T.I. said: "Nigga, You don't know me..."
SOME select folks just need a good, loud, hardcore CUSSIN' OUT to SET THEIR ASSES STRAIGHT...
..and there you have it...the secret to success...pick your battles wisely, but when you do fight, fight to the fucking death.
How did i come to this conclusion without having an overabundance of alcohol in my system? Well, i was in the broke ass elevator in Main, and this rude ass bitch, who i guess thought she had some clout because she was the only senior in the elevator, decided that it was everyone else's fault that she kept missing her floor and tried to make us feel like shit because we "kept pressing the damned button."
Now did i verbally bitch-slap this ho' like i should have?
No, i didn't. This is because i suffer from a social disorder that i like to call DRS (Delayed Response Syndrome)...it takes me a little while to get mad at things, because my goal in life is to avoid unnecessary drama, so i try to RATIONALIZE why people are acting like assholes instead of setting them straight right then. I do this because i am capable of phenomenal and frankly, dangerous levels of anger. So i look for every excuse imaginable to prevent me from "going there." After i'm away from the situation and i'm all alone, i vent.
I was going to dedicate a portion of this entry to cussing her out, but since i curse like a sailor in front of all of you anyway and this is getting rather lengthy, i shall spare you all...i am, however, game for live performances...j/k...sorta..
In conclusion, all i have to say is this: Don't make the mistake of thinking that my nice side is all there is to me and that you can keep on and keep on giving me bullshit...cuz like my boy T.I. said: "Nigga, You don't know me..."