Sunday, June 24, 2007
The above image? It’s true.
I swear, curse, have a temper and if you cross a line with me, you will (eventually) know it. Maybe not right away – but you will know.
Why am I writing about this?
Yesterday I was called “sweetie” by two people. Basically strangers.
This label has haunted me my entire life. I get both “sweet” and “nice” all the time.
Obviously, something I do, say (or look like?) gives this impression – and I know people mean well.
But it kind of makes me feel like a Jekyll and Hyde.
I equate “nice” with “sap,” “pushover” and “wimp.” I am none of these.
Beneath these still, “nice” waters lurks an evil woman. (Okay, how about a “not-so-nice” woman?)
Just so ya know.
You can call me sweet – just don’t mess with me.