08-25-2013, 07:20 PM
Hi all
I've been deciding all afternoon whether or not to post this.
I (obviously) decided to go ahead, as I have begun to make peace with a lot of shit in my past, just because for once, I've been able to let it out but, I suppose, it is after all, still anonomous.
My old demon, violence, came lurking again this afternoon.
The family went to some other kids birthday party, as you may know, gatherings are not my thing.
I went out to a small nearby resturaunt for Sunday lunch. They have a very nice 4 course buffet on offer.
The place was busy, but they kindly arranged a small table for me and I sat faceing the door as I usually do, minding my own p's & q's.
My moble device is a galaxy 10.1, and while waiting for mains to settle before pud, I logged in to GS, and posted for Tavi.
I was not aware that I was being, what must have been closely watched by someone just behind me and to my left, until I overheard someone say loudly, kinda extra loudly, "Kyk daar, daai ou moet n' moffie wees, dit se' gay speak op sy screen"
(Translated = look there that guy's a moffie because it says gay speak on his screen)
I blew it. Grabbed hold of the fork, stood up, turned round and very loudly said you got a problem with me?
He was clever enough to stay seated, his fat fuck of a wife / girlfriend / whatever did the whole sorry thing and things returned to normal.
I moved table, asked the little black waitress to please bring me my pudding ( supposed to serve yourself) finished up, paid and left
Came home took a double dose of myprodol & slept
There is no doubt in my mind, if that ok had got up, I would have laid into his face with the fork....
Why can't I get a grip on this? why is my first response instintivley the violent solution? why can't I ignore confrontation?
The guy was a nothing, a dumb ignorant "dutchman" (slang for a common uneducated africkaaner) trying to get brownie points from his party... Not even worth the effort.... I get that...
Anyhow it royally fucked up my day, and now I sit with the guilt....
Oh hell...
I've been deciding all afternoon whether or not to post this.
I (obviously) decided to go ahead, as I have begun to make peace with a lot of shit in my past, just because for once, I've been able to let it out but, I suppose, it is after all, still anonomous.
My old demon, violence, came lurking again this afternoon.
The family went to some other kids birthday party, as you may know, gatherings are not my thing.
I went out to a small nearby resturaunt for Sunday lunch. They have a very nice 4 course buffet on offer.
The place was busy, but they kindly arranged a small table for me and I sat faceing the door as I usually do, minding my own p's & q's.
My moble device is a galaxy 10.1, and while waiting for mains to settle before pud, I logged in to GS, and posted for Tavi.
I was not aware that I was being, what must have been closely watched by someone just behind me and to my left, until I overheard someone say loudly, kinda extra loudly, "Kyk daar, daai ou moet n' moffie wees, dit se' gay speak op sy screen"
(Translated = look there that guy's a moffie because it says gay speak on his screen)
I blew it. Grabbed hold of the fork, stood up, turned round and very loudly said you got a problem with me?
He was clever enough to stay seated, his fat fuck of a wife / girlfriend / whatever did the whole sorry thing and things returned to normal.
I moved table, asked the little black waitress to please bring me my pudding ( supposed to serve yourself) finished up, paid and left
Came home took a double dose of myprodol & slept
There is no doubt in my mind, if that ok had got up, I would have laid into his face with the fork....
Why can't I get a grip on this? why is my first response instintivley the violent solution? why can't I ignore confrontation?
The guy was a nothing, a dumb ignorant "dutchman" (slang for a common uneducated africkaaner) trying to get brownie points from his party... Not even worth the effort.... I get that...
Anyhow it royally fucked up my day, and now I sit with the guilt....
Oh hell...