I'm pretty easy to get along with because I am a pretty friendly person - I mean, I'm not in love with people or humanity in general, but I am very polite [to your face] and a big believer in doing the right thing and behaving properly when out in public. If I happen to go home and bitch about what a shitty driver you are or tweet things about how fucking stupid boys are, that in no way negates the fact that I will follow every protocol and treat you with respect.
I will make small talk.
I will act like your idiocy doesn't appall me.
I will nod and agree when you complain about kids these days and their rock music.
I will go out of my way to include you, particularly if your inclusion is the right thing to do.
That being said, don't ever, ever fucking cross me.
There are two things that make me insane with anger* and which will make you dead to me:
1. Being called a liar**
2. Being called out for not being polite.
When those things are combined?
I will end you.
It turns out that this weekend I found out that this situation occurred.
I'm not going to get into the who/what/when/where of it all, but I will say that the WHY is because some people are complete fucking narcissistic idiots.
And so I found myself on the horns of a dilemma:
A. Correct the record, explain the truth, drop some motherfucking knowledge on people in an explosion of fact and fury
B. Just let it go
I'm having a REALLY, REALLY hard time letting it go, even though I know that option A is NOT really an option.
So I've been seething and bitching and then remembering that I need to set and example and then getting pissed off even more, because the husband is not a satisfactory person to bitch to.
So here is my query, friends:
What do you do when you find yourself impugned? Chemical warfare or the high road?
* Recognize that quote? It's Mel Gibson's character in Signs. Excellent movie - wtf, Mel? WHY SUCH A RACIST, CRAZYBAG TOOL?
** A subtopic is being told I'm wrong when I KNOW and empirical evidence WILL SHOW that I am right. I am still pissed that this guy I was dating over 20 years ago thought that Eberhard Faber was a silent film star and not a pencil. IT'S A PENCIL!!!
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