I’m not as easily provoked now as when I was younger however I do have a bad temper. I warn people to leave me alone and keep their distance but some people are hardheaded or just plain stupid.
We used to have a saying in the Army, Don’t let your mouth write checks that your ass can’t cash. Therefore learn to mind your own business. Nobody asked for your opinion or advice. When you start paying my bills maybe then I will listen to you.
Keep your fucking hands to yourself. No Hugs!
Several years ago a snot nosed asshole female coworker made the mistake of calling me out on a Sunday morning in the Staff Cafeteria. I excused myself from my phone call went over to where she was sitting and told her that if she continued with trying to tell me what to do I would meet her outside and break both her arms and legs. She left me alone. Another time one male co-worker had me pinned up against the wall in the galleries. I got him off me with no help from my other co-workers who stood there watching.
Last year a crazy woman on the subway actually chased four tourists off the train. Then she came at me. Big mistake! I got up ready to beat her dumb ass. I get that insane look on my face. When she saw I was crazy also she backed up and I made it to work that day.
Anger can be a good thing. The key to survival in a violent world.
I’ve learned not to trust anyone. Yes I’m cynical and jaded. Totally skeptical.
Abuse, Abandonment and betrayal will change your entire lifestyle plus your outlook on life. Only you have your best interests at heart. Can’t rely on or depend on anyone in your time of need. I learned to take care of myself because me is all I have.
I’ve had to be tough especially in the type of work I do for a living. Being threatened by both men and women is normal. You either fight back or get your ass kicked. I grew up the hard way and I spent four years in the Army so I’m ready to defend myself at all times. People think that because I’m short and petite that I will let them use and abuse me. Well as a child that was true. I wanted to be liked but not anymore. You don’t have to love me but you had better respect me.
As for therapy, well back in 2015 I was asked to leave the office. You can imagine why. Nearly had a fight with the doctors and the stupid ass therapist. Told both of the condescending quacks exactly what I thought of them.
Keep your bullshit affirmations, platitudes, pity and sympathy. I reject it all.
No Hugs either because I hate being touched so if you try to hug me my instincts are to slap the shit out of you.
No regrets. No shame. No guilt.
I’m here. You’re there. Let’s keep it that way.