Monday, February 19, 2007
the objective of today's blogging: to effectively VENT [yeahhh... all of you who are so sickeningly positive, abort now! [oooooneeeenooneeenooooneee!]I'm sure you've heard this before : "Sometimes a stranger taps you on your shoulder and changes your life".In my case, that's exactly what happened.Let's call this stranger "GH". It's one thing to meet me one fine day for the first time, but to question my integrity on your first encounter? That's a little too much, dear GH. And not at all relevant to the issue at hand.You're funny, you know, GH. Waiting outside of the Courtroom just to pounce on me [oh let me say it!:] in public, for a mistake that was not mine.You decided to spit on me just because you got rapped by the Judge? That's not nice, GH.I very nicely explained the situation to you, GH, an explanation that i did not even owe you.Now you've made me question what I want to do with my life and my future. To that, GH, I raise my broken shards of glass to you, for you have succesfully got under my skin with your attitude that you think is Oh, so holier-than-thou and your words that I think are Oh, so sick. Yes GH, you win. For now.I hope our paths do not cross again, but if they do, I will look down on you just the same and let you very idiotically scream and vent in a public place, of which I will again respond with just my calm breathing and my quiet inner serenity. At least Allah gave me peace. At least I have my social sanity and class, and at least I don't need to employ a Psychotherapist, GH, but you? Pity, pity.Just for the record, GH, although I let you get to me, I will come out positively from this sick encounter with you, for I will reap my success with class and integrity intact, either in the legal profession or not; but you will end up with high blood pressure and a face so ugly just because you resort to spitting in strangers' faces and you do not have the slightest clue as to how to control your anger. Sigh..GH..GH..[friends, PLEASE don't ask]
Monday, February 19, 2007