Last night I was treated very rudely by someone. Someone who is known for being an asshole. I don’t know what has happened to this person to make him this way. I don’t know why he felt the need to treat me so poorly. I wish I could say he was probably just having a bad day, but he acts like this all the time, so…
Anyways, I kept my cool and smiled and tried my best to make the situation better. I told my husband about it, and of course he wanted to go over and give the guy a piece of his mind (and maybe a piece of his fist, too. Who says chivalry is dead?), but I told him I’d handle it. And I did. Peacefully and politely, I handled it. I told myself, ‘Good for you. You were the mature one. You were the adult. You should be proud of yourself.’And I was…for about a minute and a half.
By the time I got home, I was angry. I didn’t need to take this guys attitude. He is not someone I respect or should respect for that matter. He is a jerk and I should have told him so. I suppose I need to learn how to stick up for myself better. Or rather, stick up for myself in the moment and not wait until I get home to give the bathroom mirror a piece of my mind.
I was still ticked off this morning when I woke up. I was going to call this blog “M is for Mind Your Manners!” or “M is for Mad!” Or “M is for Mother F——- Son of B—- A–h— D—F—!” But then I played with my kids and shot some photos and felt better. It was quite therapeutic. And I thought I’d share my photos with you now, if you don’t mind.
Goodness, I love a happy ending, and I feel so much better!
Thanks for stopping by, and remember to treat people the way you want to be treated. Hell, treat’em better than you want to be treated. Otherwise you might end up being a gooey undead count on their blog along with being an asshole in real life. In both cases, you suck.