There are little known secrets that I have tucked away internally, far away from people, because I know that if I ever let loose of those dark points, I would be looked at in a manner in which I have worked very hard to separate myself from.
One of those secrets is my desire to fire back immediately upon being fired upon.
You know what I’m talking about. Those conversations of beratement and belittlement.
Most of the time, I just sit there and take it in, holding back my tongue, stealing it away, fighting the urge to dismiss my own rules of parlay and launch into an assault of diatribe of epic proportions, carving my offender into a succulent portion of properly nullified excrement. Continue reading Is that your final answer?