Depression (the disease, not the economy)

[libramunoz]

Originally Posted by AKA_Monet

Just by my interaction in responding to your post civilly is an extension of an olive branch...

I admire your passion to stand your ground... But you chose to fail to give me chance without even trying to see who I am or what I am about. That is judgment on your behalf...

What I did wrong is reaching out to you in support to the harmonious continuity of GC. But no one gives a Fuck about that anymore.

So much for ethics.

Dr. G-

Damn, DAmn, DAMN!
Olive branch, Olive branch!
If that was your version of an olive branch, hell I thought it had the flames of a rocket going straight through hell attached to it!
I am a civil person on a day to day basis. When I meet people, I don't have an objective to them from day one. I am usually a very objective person. But shit, when someone is throwing a garbage bag of used pads at me, whatcha think I (as they say in Texas) finna do? Just stand there and let you throw them at me?
Hell naw!
Hell, what choice were you giving me? Huh? Just what fucking choice were you giving ME? You were throwing flaming darts at my fucking head and told me to spray the can of hairspray while you threw.
You gotta be fucking kidding me! Plain and simple, fucking kidding! Unless you happen to think that you're the only one with ED-JA-MA-CATION!

Hell, let's be truthful Monet, we both have it and we are BOTH willing to stand our grounds and stay TRUE to our CONVICTIONS! Damn the consequences from others, family, friends, co-workers, bosses, etc. We both BELIEVE what we BELIEVE!

Yes, I'd like to be very harmonious, in congruity, and in peace with you, but I nor YOU are about to stand there and let someone SMACK us in the face and not Jump up and get ready to beat the shit outta someone!

It's like this, years ago, I was helping a girl get dinner ready at the group home were I worked. She continued to call me bitch this, and bitch that. I was 21 at the time, freshly graduated from college. Cool, fine, up to a point. I'm only gonna be called bitch so many times before you look up and find yourself on the floor. Homechick decided to get colorful and fancy and call me a "N-----a bitch." That's when the fireworks started! If it hadn't been for a co-worker stopping me, homechicks head was about to be busted upside a stove.
The point of this story is that when someone pushes, and pushes, and pushes, eventually the pusher is gonna knock the flamin fucking fire outta the pushee.