What's up Pussycat?
The Short Version...
I'm not really sure what's going on with me as of late. I'd rather not think about it all that much, but have decided in my not so free minutes to write it down. I slapped someone who deserved it, but shouldn't have slapped anyone in the firstplace, since you all asked...since you all were wondering...I feel conflicted about it, because I was standing up for myself and for my own self-respect, or the need to be respected by others and not have to endure lewd comments from the individual in question every single fucking time I see him. Sarcasm wasn't enough to dissuade him. Nor were other more minor threats of slapping him on other occasions. So he said some dumbass shit to me, and so I slapped him. That wasn't enough...so he kept on about it, probably trying to save face with things like, "you almost really slapped me there" (and his face was already starting to redden, so I know I got him pretty good the first time) - so I asked him in my tone, "Would you like another?" and he kept on, saying something about how he thought I was going to punch him or something...and so I said, "that could be arranged as well..." and he kept on kept on, and looked at my boyfriend, and said, "Where'd you find
this one? In the dumpster?" and so I fuckin slapped him right good the second time, and left the brunch. While he always manages to push me way the fuck too far, I also should have known better. Why did I slap him? Why didn't I ever slap Mr. Shit, who clearly deserved it? I don't know the answers to these sorts of questions, and it bothers me that I let it get this far. Fuck, I don't slap people. I'd become 23 without doing it. Why did I slap him? While I feel bad about the physical action, I do not regret the sentiment behind it.
Today's the Day
It took me this long...
I slapped my first person at age twenty-three.
