poetry in commotion...

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Today has gotta be the one of the worst days ever. Not only has everything that could go wrong has gone wrong, I had the misfortune to run into what could be one of the biggest wankers I've had the pleasure of meeting.

I'll make this short because dwelling on it is just going to make me even more irritable. This morning I went to Garden City's EB to pick up WoW (World of warcraft) for Jus's bday. Turns out they were sold out well in the morning (I went around 11.30). So fast forward through the rest of the shitty day. By 4.45 I'm pissed off and furious as a pissed off badger, but I get the call from EB saying WoW had come in. I hadnt actually told them to reserve me a copy, because it would require a deposit and I'd figured I could maybe find it elsewhere. I didn't. So when I get the call, I had to quickly grab it before the store shut, otherwise I'd have to come back tomorrow and maybe miss out again. Which would suck since Jus's dinner thing is tomorrow. So after finally getting to garden city around 5.20 (the place closes at 5.30 I'm pretty sure), I start walking to Garden City toward EB, in the parking lot, when some DICK sees me, and SPEEDS UP to try and get past me before he has to slow down for me. Of course, he doesn't make it, abruptly brakes in front of me, and HONKS me. Note that I'm not jogging or running, I'm just walking normally. So clearly, since my walking speed is clearly too fast for him, he honks me because it's my fault. Of course, on any normal day, I probably would've shrugged it off. However, today I'm clearly pissed off, and probably more than a little belligerent, so I give him the change from his honk, which comes to exactly one raised middle finger. He drives about 3 metres before seeing the change, so he stops abd honks angrily twice again. So, being the nice guy I am, I return his change. So now I continue walking and cross the zebra crossing, and notice I have around 5-7 minutes to pick up WoW, when the guy speeds around, stops at the zebra crossing, and tells me to come over to his car and do it again.

Now therein lies the dilemma. Here I am, pissed off as hell, and as if my prayers were answered, god sends me this perfect guy to vent my hithero unvented rage deservedly upon this wrinkled, fat bellied man on the wrong side of the 40's. On the other hand, I have around 5 minutes to pick up the pressie, or risk not having it in time tomorrow night. I can't do both. I paused, and looked at him, mentally picturing me holding his collar in one hand while I'm punching his face repeatedly, yelling obscenities. And the guys can testify, when I'm properly riled up I have little self control over myself. Yet, with painfully great restraint, I told him to fuck himself, and walked towards Garden City, ignoring his call of "gutless!" at my back. I got to the store just as they were shutting the store, and convinced them to sell me WoW before they closed.

I was shaking, shaking with fury after that, but no friend puts himself before his buddies, no matter how much he wishes to god it didn't have to be so. I still am, trembling slightly as I tell this story with a, from my point of view, sad ending. Oh god Jus, I don't think you'll ever understand how much it cost me to do what I did. I managed to vent my anger at my punching bag, but it's not the same. Mummy made me feel better, as mummies are wont to do, but hopefully typing this down will be therapeutic, because I'm never retelling this story again.

I hope I see that bastard again, I pray to god I get one more chance. Everyone asks for one more chance, but sometimes, you have to make your own justice.




"I rather kill my enemy and see that he goes to hell before me. It is then I can die with satisfaction via justice." -Ren Che Ming, 20, executed via firing squad in Thailand when he hacked a bully in half with a katana. (1984)

posted by jaseypoo! @ 6:38 PM