So I got into a small accident a couple days ago (again). I was pretty pissed because it made me a little late for work. In any case, I could not have had an accident with a more immature, stupid and ignorant person in Pittsburgh (I'm not gonna sugarcoat his personality). I told him to hurry up and give me his information cause he was getting me late and he called me an "asshole." It's interesting. I've never been called an asshole before. The amazing thing is it had no effect on me at all. What pissed me off was the pitch at which he was yelling at me. Exactly what I need. A totally horrible looking, horribly dressed man with the emotional maturity of a two year old who didn't watch who he was backing up into in the parking lot. My back still slightly hurts.

Anyway, we had a bit of a spat. I decided not to keep quiet and I bitched. I mean I bitched. I called him an asshole, I said all sorts of things that I frankly don't regret saying and I actually felt better after it. I'm a mediator and a peacemaker but I'm also a human being. I'm a 28 year old woman who's trying to do her best given the cards that she was dealt and I wanna be a human too sometimes.


Thank you and have a nice day.