Aaaaaaaaaannnnnnd the end-of-weekend rage is kicking in. Just went to the grocery store and I saw this dude I would describe as the "prototypical douche-bag" with the "prototypical hot girl who tends to be hanging on the arm of the prototypical douche-bag" in tow. I'm not embarrassed to admit that it was a genuine struggle not to run up to the guy and deliver my best flying jump kick right to his lower back, as a book I once read put it, "just for luck." I could care less if he would've gotten up and kicked my ass, it would've been worth it. The only thing that kept my senses in check were the potential legal ramifications - I didn't particularly feel inclined to get thrown in jail for assault where-in I'd likely have to deal with even bigger, more proactive douche-bags...not to mention potentially losing my job and being incarcerated over 4th of July weekend. That's what separates me from the douche-bags - I can control my animalistic instincts/urges...which is why I suck with the ladies.
On a semi-unrelated note, this weekend provided ample reminders that kids are irredeemably stupid and annoying - they have NO redeeming qualities much less ones that overshadow their annoying traits. In short, they are THE WORST. Do yourself and everyone else a favor guys - bag it.
Back to silent seething.
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