The Last Word

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.
Sigh......