but i got to be a bitch last night :D i got to be a rude, raving bitch last night.
and i loved it.
those that know me, know that i am VERY passive, that i hardly say anything even remotely rude (unless i didn't mean it in a certain context.. or whatever..), and never lose my temper.
well, at a party i went to last night, late in the party, two guys showed up, who were a friend of a friend of a friend, and none of those previous friends were there. they were loud, rude, and kept using terms like "faggot" and such. everyone kept their cool, and would just be candid with them, and answer questions bluntly and such. no hints were taken by the outsiders.
then they said something about my brother, who was innocently slumbering, curled up on a recliner chair. i didn't hear what was said, but the convo went something like this:
guy: that guy on the chair, is he like *whisper, whisper*
greg: *half polite smirk*
guy: listen, asshole....
me: that's not very respectful.
guy: when the hell have i been disrespectful?
me: okay, earlier, you called greg a queer, and an asshole, and he was nice enough to let you into his freaking HOME, allowed you to crash his party, when no one here knows you, and you have the gall to be disrespectful to him and his guests? look. *points to window* the sun is up. it's six o'clock, and people want to go to bed. you need to leave.
greg: don't take this the wrong way, but get out.
i got high fives all round after they left :D. who knew that being so... assertive... could be such a... rush?