Contrary to what other people believe about me or what I may have led them to believe, I am not as bad as they think I am.
I think I still have a little bit of kindness hidden underneath the icy-cold thing we call the heart. And why is that so?
Well, if I don’t, I would’ve maimed the idiot that stole my spot on the freaking parking lot awhile ago. Damn! I wanted to run him over the minute he got off his car. What an asshole!
I mustered all my strength to restrain myself from screaming profanities towards the jerk. I will not lose my composure and waste it on someone that is way below average.
So, I decided to just move on and find another spot. I circled around and finally found something better. But still, I was pissed. And that’s not a good thing.
I told myself there was no point in consuming myself in anger towards someone I didn’t know.
I shouldn’t get mad, I should get even.
As I walked towards the elevator, I ramaged through my purse and pulled out my keys. I approached his car and I got even.
You do the math…
Damn, I felt so much better. =)