The Dangers of Interupting
So I'm walking down the street with this girl I know and I'm telling her about how my daughter died. It was a heavy moment and she asked to hear, so I was telling her. She's very cool (she works at the gay and lesbian resource center called "Stonewall") and lets me check my e-mail there despite the fact that I am neither gay nor lesbian (though most of the people I hang with lately are). So, I'm getting to a really painful part of the story and she is quietly and attentively listening when...
Some Asshole comes up to us. He can see that I talking and he blurts out.
"Hey Guys, how are you today?, I wonder if you could..."
and that's as far as he got. I fucking blew up. I screamed at him
"WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! CAN'T YOU FUCKING SEE THAT I AM TALKING! DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY IS SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, THAT I SHOULD JUST SHUT UP AND LET YOU TALK." He was running away by this point. I seriously wanted to pound him into the ground, (it really sucks to be a pacifist sometimes), and he must have sensed this.
I may start being a part-time pacifist.
So I'm walking down the street with this girl I know and I'm telling her about how my daughter died. It was a heavy moment and she asked to hear, so I was telling her. She's very cool (she works at the gay and lesbian resource center called "Stonewall") and lets me check my e-mail there despite the fact that I am neither gay nor lesbian (though most of the people I hang with lately are). So, I'm getting to a really painful part of the story and she is quietly and attentively listening when...
Some Asshole comes up to us. He can see that I talking and he blurts out.
"Hey Guys, how are you today?, I wonder if you could..."
and that's as far as he got. I fucking blew up. I screamed at him
"WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! CAN'T YOU FUCKING SEE THAT I AM TALKING! DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY IS SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, THAT I SHOULD JUST SHUT UP AND LET YOU TALK." He was running away by this point. I seriously wanted to pound him into the ground, (it really sucks to be a pacifist sometimes), and he must have sensed this.
I may start being a part-time pacifist.
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hugs about your daughter...