Girl Power? Not so much
So, I think I put up a pretty good "beyotch" image. I don't look like I would be a push over, I don't think.
But when it comes to dealing with psycho, mad, strange men, I'm a wuss.
Today, I was walking home from the library. I passed a parking lot where this guy was standing at a pickup truck. He said, in a very loud voice, "Get the fuck out of the truck NOW." So I looked over. He was yelling at some woman in his passenger seat.
He yells at me, "Mind your own fucking business!"
Now, imaginary, she-girl me would stop, turn around, look over my sunglasses at the jerk, and say, "you talkin' to me?" Maybe shame him into less asshattery.
But the real me? I just keep walking, thinking about what I wish I had the cohones to do. Of course, He's big, I'm not. He's in steel-toed boots (in my mind), I'm in flip flops. I am, in fact, powerless.
And it's none of my business, I self-justify.
But darn it, I feel stupid and weak. I should have more spine.
We have this crazy dude in our neighborhood. Literally. He's the walking dude - spends his day walking around, muttering under his breath. One day, I was walking down the sidewalk, and I had to pass him. I said, "excuse me," as I went around.
He completely flipped. Started screaming at me, how he was going to kill me... and that was the nicest thing he said.
I got all shaky and adrenalin-ized... as I scooted away. This guy isn't big - he's maybe 5'8, maybe 200 pounds. I probably could take him in a fight. But I just kept walking.
Fight vs flight? Wish I was fight, but sadly, I'm not.
The flightless hag is, unfortunately, also a spineless one.
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But when it comes to dealing with psycho, mad, strange men, I'm a wuss.
Today, I was walking home from the library. I passed a parking lot where this guy was standing at a pickup truck. He said, in a very loud voice, "Get the fuck out of the truck NOW." So I looked over. He was yelling at some woman in his passenger seat.
He yells at me, "Mind your own fucking business!"
Now, imaginary, she-girl me would stop, turn around, look over my sunglasses at the jerk, and say, "you talkin' to me?" Maybe shame him into less asshattery.
But the real me? I just keep walking, thinking about what I wish I had the cohones to do. Of course, He's big, I'm not. He's in steel-toed boots (in my mind), I'm in flip flops. I am, in fact, powerless.
And it's none of my business, I self-justify.
But darn it, I feel stupid and weak. I should have more spine.
We have this crazy dude in our neighborhood. Literally. He's the walking dude - spends his day walking around, muttering under his breath. One day, I was walking down the sidewalk, and I had to pass him. I said, "excuse me," as I went around.
He completely flipped. Started screaming at me, how he was going to kill me... and that was the nicest thing he said.
I got all shaky and adrenalin-ized... as I scooted away. This guy isn't big - he's maybe 5'8, maybe 200 pounds. I probably could take him in a fight. But I just kept walking.
Fight vs flight? Wish I was fight, but sadly, I'm not.
The flightless hag is, unfortunately, also a spineless one.
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posted by birdwoman | 1:58 PM
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I think it has to do with temper more than size. There have been instances when fury won out over
my rational brain and I've gone after much larger opponents. It wasn't necessarily a smart thing to do, but like I said, I was furious.
Like Bruce Banner says, "You won't like me when I'm mad."
Except I was never anywhere near a gamma bomb detonation ;-)
BTW the word verification is nerdness. How apt.
Yeah, and I can get a good mad on, but it never overcomes my self-preservation instinct.
I'm a wuss!
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nerdness, indeed. Do you think they do that on purpose?
Now you're sounding like a conspiracy-minded nutcase ;-)
just now? I'd have thought my whole "the election was rigged by the republicans!" spiel would have outed me back in 2000...
just kidding.
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You don't really believe that! You're just trying to get my goat...
BTW, I used that expression on a beloved thermodynamics professor of mine and his reply was, "I don't have a goat." He was the coolest.
was he hot, too? Cause, then, he'd be the perfect thermodynamics prof: cool and hot.
ba dum dum!
g'night folks! Don't eat the fish!
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lol! No, he was old, but I fervently hope he hasn't achieved his state of maximum entropy.
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