How Much More Spite Can I Take?
Subtitled: I'm getting irrationally fearless
Tonight I was on my home, after what was basically an 11 hour day of unexpected work, on my bicycle. On my ride home, I was reflecting, as I do too often now days, on the break-in to my house a few weeks back that left me out about 2,000 dollars. I was also physically and mentally exhausted.
So, as I rode my bike down a side road, only 2 blocks away from being home, there are three guys on the porch of a house at an intersection. As I ride by on my mechanically failing bike - it making a lot of noise - I hear one of them mutter sarcastically something along the lines of "nice bike man." To this I do little more than glare in their general direction as I continue riding. I get no further than the next households drive-way when seemingly the same voice decides to chime out with "God hates you". I stop in my tracks.
Still stopped in the middle of the road I call back "What did you just say?" in a clearly aggresive voice. He actually repeats "God hates you" with a matter of fact tone. I turn my bike around and start peddling directly towards the house as I start my tirade of "Now what the fuck made you decide to say that to someone just randomly riding by on their bike? You don't know what kind of fucking day I'm having - I'm in a pretty annoyed, unhinged mood as it is and suddenly some piece of shit on a porch decides to yell out "God Hates You" at me? Why the fuck would you decide to do that?"
They get their moment to respond and it's only with the snide "You having a bad day man?".
"Maybe I fuckin' am! You don't know what's going on in this persons life that you decided to simply be a piece of shit randomly towards. I've just had all my shit stolen from me..." (I exagerate slightly for effect) "and now some piece of shit on a porch is deciding to yell "God Hates You" at me for no reason other than he's a piece of shit."
As there are three of them on a porch and I am just a dude on a bike, they don't exactly seem happy to be hearing what I'm saying but clearly not too concerned because he has the gaul to say "Do you even believe in god?"
I wish I wouldn't have been so enabling as to actually field his question but I do, in fact, say "no, I don't." obviously still with a 'fuck you' tone to my voice.
To this he responds with "Then why do you even care?"
I was very quick to answer "Because it doesn't change the fact that there is a piece of shit sitting on a porch yelling out things that can only be taken as offensive at random passers by. You're just being a piece of shit. That's what you're doing; being a piece of shit."
It gets kind of hazy exactly what else was said after this and how I ended this because I was and am in fact very tired, mixed with what I have to assume was a rush of adrenaline, but I start to ride off after mixing some sort of sentence with the epethat of him being a "piece of shit" in a conclusive manner. To this I get a "Have a nice night." to which I only responded with "Fuck off".
Now I am stuck sitting here with only my further validated spite for the world, my wishing I continued to grill him with questions of "Why were you compelled to say that?" until he answered me and the real understated conclusion that I really probably shouldn't get in the habbit of doing things like that.
At least I got to call him a piece of shit at least 7 times? As if that's a good thing? I'm now just guilty of perpetuating shit - perhaps a part of my "perpetuatal shit machine" I reference at times? Should I have somehow responded with positivity? To be fair I was (for the most part) just trying to ask him why he was being a piece of shit. I can only hope he reflects on that but like everything, this was probably a hollow venture that only had a large risk factor for me with no chance of a positive pay-off. I lose...YEAH LIFE!
Subtitled: I'm getting irrationally fearless
Tonight I was on my home, after what was basically an 11 hour day of unexpected work, on my bicycle. On my ride home, I was reflecting, as I do too often now days, on the break-in to my house a few weeks back that left me out about 2,000 dollars. I was also physically and mentally exhausted.
So, as I rode my bike down a side road, only 2 blocks away from being home, there are three guys on the porch of a house at an intersection. As I ride by on my mechanically failing bike - it making a lot of noise - I hear one of them mutter sarcastically something along the lines of "nice bike man." To this I do little more than glare in their general direction as I continue riding. I get no further than the next households drive-way when seemingly the same voice decides to chime out with "God hates you". I stop in my tracks.
Still stopped in the middle of the road I call back "What did you just say?" in a clearly aggresive voice. He actually repeats "God hates you" with a matter of fact tone. I turn my bike around and start peddling directly towards the house as I start my tirade of "Now what the fuck made you decide to say that to someone just randomly riding by on their bike? You don't know what kind of fucking day I'm having - I'm in a pretty annoyed, unhinged mood as it is and suddenly some piece of shit on a porch decides to yell out "God Hates You" at me? Why the fuck would you decide to do that?"
They get their moment to respond and it's only with the snide "You having a bad day man?".
"Maybe I fuckin' am! You don't know what's going on in this persons life that you decided to simply be a piece of shit randomly towards. I've just had all my shit stolen from me..." (I exagerate slightly for effect) "and now some piece of shit on a porch is deciding to yell "God Hates You" at me for no reason other than he's a piece of shit."
As there are three of them on a porch and I am just a dude on a bike, they don't exactly seem happy to be hearing what I'm saying but clearly not too concerned because he has the gaul to say "Do you even believe in god?"
I wish I wouldn't have been so enabling as to actually field his question but I do, in fact, say "no, I don't." obviously still with a 'fuck you' tone to my voice.
To this he responds with "Then why do you even care?"
I was very quick to answer "Because it doesn't change the fact that there is a piece of shit sitting on a porch yelling out things that can only be taken as offensive at random passers by. You're just being a piece of shit. That's what you're doing; being a piece of shit."
It gets kind of hazy exactly what else was said after this and how I ended this because I was and am in fact very tired, mixed with what I have to assume was a rush of adrenaline, but I start to ride off after mixing some sort of sentence with the epethat of him being a "piece of shit" in a conclusive manner. To this I get a "Have a nice night." to which I only responded with "Fuck off".
Now I am stuck sitting here with only my further validated spite for the world, my wishing I continued to grill him with questions of "Why were you compelled to say that?" until he answered me and the real understated conclusion that I really probably shouldn't get in the habbit of doing things like that.
At least I got to call him a piece of shit at least 7 times? As if that's a good thing? I'm now just guilty of perpetuating shit - perhaps a part of my "perpetuatal shit machine" I reference at times? Should I have somehow responded with positivity? To be fair I was (for the most part) just trying to ask him why he was being a piece of shit. I can only hope he reflects on that but like everything, this was probably a hollow venture that only had a large risk factor for me with no chance of a positive pay-off. I lose...YEAH LIFE!