deserve absolutely none of the polite treatment that I give to them, despite their prick behavior. I go out of my way to give these socially and intellectually inept morons more respect than they’ll ever be deserving of, and they throw it back in my face for no intelligible reason. Rude little canker sores don’t even deserve to have me wipe their faces with the shit off my shoes, and yet here I am, the silent doormat, clenching my teeth, further exacerbating my temporalmandibular joint dysfunction, all the while fighting to hold in the venom and contempt.
Why, why, why, WHY then do I continuously do this to myself? Biting in the rage, the foul language that I could toss their way. Why don’t I explode and tell people what I actually think of them, and explain to them the ways they deserve to be physically punished for being such useless troglodyte period bood-chugging nut-puckering inbred necrophiliacs? I torture my friends with my agonizingly long and often incoherent rants, and every time, without fail, I feel like a complete blowhole for not spitting the words out when I was facing the anal hemorrhoid who deserved it.
But every time, all it boils down to is that if I bite it in, less problems and unnecessary drama is created externally for myself… sometimes knowing that I won is enough to calm my rage.
But where do I draw the line? Where is sanity more important than peace?
I’m about to find out.