The thing about first impressions is you never get a second chance to make them with the same person. They shape how others view us initially, and everything else helps develop and mold that perception.
I had a moment tonight, a situation i have been in several times before through out my past. My friends new girlfriend was bartending, and invited him and I out to go watch some blues at a sold out performance. Having worked in bars for most of my twenties, I'm not much for them now, but shes a nice woman so I decided it would be rude to refuse such an invitation. So we head out, it was standing room only as expected. I was hanging with them by the bar, and I assume the manager had an issue with it. I couldn't hear the issue but I went to ask what was up, and was told the problem.
So i attempted to move after my friend told me whats up, and the asshole previously mentioned comes storming over and gets in my face telling me I don't belong in the bartenders space. This I know, and I only went behind there to ask what was the problem.
So buddy is pissed, I remain polite and apologize for being in the way, offer to just pay my bill and get outta their hair. He decides to become aggressive and swear at me.
I only have one response to shit like that, its been mentally conditioned over many years. I am polite until my opponent decides not to be civil, then I become horrifically, and unmercifully fucking violent. Another reason why I don't go to bars, too many little inbred shitheads looking to swing there dick around and prove how manly they are. But I digress.
Now that this old, pretentious cunt sore has decided to puff out his chest, despite my olive branch of peace in an attempt to make amends, I am flooded with an urge to cave his fucking nose in with my forehead. Maybe Im just too far gone, unable to socialize in a group environment anymore. Ignorance like that leaves a bitter taste; however, I shouldn't take it personally like this.
It should never be personal, I learned that right from the beginning. Maybe that was what caused my shift in mentality, it all became personal. I wish I could reach catharsis without the need for violent release. The laughable part is he was apparently just having a bad night, wanted my friends to make sure I didn't take it personally.
I don't like pretension, liars, fakes, or arrogance. If you don't like someone, I don't see a problem is saying just that. I can respect that. Honesty isn't always pleasant, nor should it be. I don't consider lying and civility linked.
I can be civil, and interact with someone I don't like without being an asshole, but that person know exactly what I think about them.
*sigh*
I had a moment tonight, a situation i have been in several times before through out my past. My friends new girlfriend was bartending, and invited him and I out to go watch some blues at a sold out performance. Having worked in bars for most of my twenties, I'm not much for them now, but shes a nice woman so I decided it would be rude to refuse such an invitation. So we head out, it was standing room only as expected. I was hanging with them by the bar, and I assume the manager had an issue with it. I couldn't hear the issue but I went to ask what was up, and was told the problem.
So i attempted to move after my friend told me whats up, and the asshole previously mentioned comes storming over and gets in my face telling me I don't belong in the bartenders space. This I know, and I only went behind there to ask what was the problem.
So buddy is pissed, I remain polite and apologize for being in the way, offer to just pay my bill and get outta their hair. He decides to become aggressive and swear at me.
I only have one response to shit like that, its been mentally conditioned over many years. I am polite until my opponent decides not to be civil, then I become horrifically, and unmercifully fucking violent. Another reason why I don't go to bars, too many little inbred shitheads looking to swing there dick around and prove how manly they are. But I digress.
Now that this old, pretentious cunt sore has decided to puff out his chest, despite my olive branch of peace in an attempt to make amends, I am flooded with an urge to cave his fucking nose in with my forehead. Maybe Im just too far gone, unable to socialize in a group environment anymore. Ignorance like that leaves a bitter taste; however, I shouldn't take it personally like this.
It should never be personal, I learned that right from the beginning. Maybe that was what caused my shift in mentality, it all became personal. I wish I could reach catharsis without the need for violent release. The laughable part is he was apparently just having a bad night, wanted my friends to make sure I didn't take it personally.
I don't like pretension, liars, fakes, or arrogance. If you don't like someone, I don't see a problem is saying just that. I can respect that. Honesty isn't always pleasant, nor should it be. I don't consider lying and civility linked.
I can be civil, and interact with someone I don't like without being an asshole, but that person know exactly what I think about them.
*sigh*