Blue hate puny humans!
My hubby and I are cut from different cloth. He is laid-back to the point of being supine and I am ... not.
Don't get me wrong. I'm a pleasant person and try hard to get on with everyone. I am also a polite person, I hold doors, greet people, let folks in line. Subsequently I have almost no cause to fight with anyone. But I am quite ... erm ... volatile on cetain subjects and about certain types of people. My biggest fuse-lighters? The Rude.
There is no cause to be rude. If you are deliberately rude, you are an asshole and should be assassinated. Oh, sometimes we do rude things: bump into folks, cut people off on the motorway, etc. Everybody does. That's what "I'm sorry" is for. No one's anus is so holy that she can't say: "Hell, I was wrong. Sorry!"
So when I'm faced with these people or situations I go into a kind of big Gamma rage - BLUE SMASH! - whereas hubby is perturbed for a second then goes on.
Example: the other day, I think it was xmas eve, Hubby is leaving the parking lot of the Sprawl Mart and some guy pulls out behind him at almost the same time. What would you do? Since hubby had left his space first he waits patiently for the bloke to pull in a bit so he can slip out. What does this guy do? He gets out of his truck and comes round to the window and mouths obscenities at hubby.
In the few moments that it took for my husband to casually relate this story (it was nothing to him. World is full of assholes) I almost had a seizure I got so angry. He thought he was going to have to physically restrain me from ringing the police to file an assault charge. I am shaking with rage and hubby is not even miffed.
This is the reason he makes a superb teacher. Not only is he good at it, but he has the wherewithal to withstand the kids who's parents had them but aren't bothering to raise them.
I wouldn't last a day. I'd jerk a knot in someone's tail so tight they'd squeak when they walked and get thrown in jail. This is why I work with machines.
So, for the bloke who almost backed into the silver mini-van in the parking lot of the Wal Mart in Newberry last week: I hope by all the forces in the universe that the next time you drive your pick-up you get a cramp in your left testicle so bad that you run off the road. And if by some sweeeet chance you're reading this, you can kiss my broad backside and I hope that you got enough xmas money to get that penis enlargement that you so desperately need. Have a happy new year!
Don't get me wrong. I'm a pleasant person and try hard to get on with everyone. I am also a polite person, I hold doors, greet people, let folks in line. Subsequently I have almost no cause to fight with anyone. But I am quite ... erm ... volatile on cetain subjects and about certain types of people. My biggest fuse-lighters? The Rude.
There is no cause to be rude. If you are deliberately rude, you are an asshole and should be assassinated. Oh, sometimes we do rude things: bump into folks, cut people off on the motorway, etc. Everybody does. That's what "I'm sorry" is for. No one's anus is so holy that she can't say: "Hell, I was wrong. Sorry!"
So when I'm faced with these people or situations I go into a kind of big Gamma rage - BLUE SMASH! - whereas hubby is perturbed for a second then goes on.
Example: the other day, I think it was xmas eve, Hubby is leaving the parking lot of the Sprawl Mart and some guy pulls out behind him at almost the same time. What would you do? Since hubby had left his space first he waits patiently for the bloke to pull in a bit so he can slip out. What does this guy do? He gets out of his truck and comes round to the window and mouths obscenities at hubby.
In the few moments that it took for my husband to casually relate this story (it was nothing to him. World is full of assholes) I almost had a seizure I got so angry. He thought he was going to have to physically restrain me from ringing the police to file an assault charge. I am shaking with rage and hubby is not even miffed.
This is the reason he makes a superb teacher. Not only is he good at it, but he has the wherewithal to withstand the kids who's parents had them but aren't bothering to raise them.
I wouldn't last a day. I'd jerk a knot in someone's tail so tight they'd squeak when they walked and get thrown in jail. This is why I work with machines.
So, for the bloke who almost backed into the silver mini-van in the parking lot of the Wal Mart in Newberry last week: I hope by all the forces in the universe that the next time you drive your pick-up you get a cramp in your left testicle so bad that you run off the road. And if by some sweeeet chance you're reading this, you can kiss my broad backside and I hope that you got enough xmas money to get that penis enlargement that you so desperately need. Have a happy new year!
posted by MrsEvilGenius at 11:48 AM
3 Comments:
Oh Blue I know exactly how you feel! It's just because we see the world for what it is, and it's little stupid idiosycracies (?)
The kids look so cute in that picture!
Lori
I am the same way, Blue.. I mean, if some jack-hole had got out of his truck to yell at me about that, I would have knoocked him across the lot...
so I know just where you are coming from ;-)
Wagon
The Rude are one of my largest pet peeves, too. I have a habit of getting quite upset when people can't just be decent human beings. I totally understand what you're talking about!
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