You know how when you argue with someone, someone always gets the last word? Yeah, well, it never is me. But then again, I don't argue with people much. I don't like confrontation at all.
Every once in a blue moon I feel the need to pop off to someone (who usually needs it) and when I do, I'm usually so upset, I can't come up with any good zingers. More often than not I come up with all kinds of good things to say AFTER the person has already left.
This frustrates me to no end on the one occasion every millennium that I get into a verbal sparring match with someone. Usually one of two things happen; I get so put out that I start crying or I end up stalking off muttering to myself - saying all of the things I wish I would have thought to say to thoroughly insult the person I was sparring with. Just like the cartoon character Mutley did. For those of you who don't know Mutley, he was a dog who when frustrated muttered somethings under his breath resembling expletives but not quite bad words. That's me!
A few weeks ago or so a lady spoke to me in a very hateful, inappropriate way for no reason at all. For once in my life, I threw the hate right back at her and I'm embarrased to admit it, but it felt GOOD! I could have come up with something good to say but as usual I couldn't think of anything until after the fact. Oh well, I guess it's good I didn't. I don't need to sink down to that level. I'm better than that. My motto is 'make love not war.'
I would finish this post off with some witty saying but my mind is blank. I'll probably come up with something good after I've gone to bed and it's too late.