Creo que ya es tiempo*

So, I’m not sure if Wonkette’s saying that I’m fucking crazy, or if the woman who was trying to push me around is fucking crazy, or if we’re both fucking crazy, but I can safely say that yes, I am a little crazy and very hot-tempered when the right buttons are pushed, something I inherited from my father’s side of the family (the hot-tempered part, I mean—my entire family’s crazy). I also don’t take kindly to people picking fights with me—it kind of comes from being pushed around in Saline, Michigan, oh those many years ago. So yeah, I might be a tad crazy, but that’s part of my charm.

The whole incident made me laugh; I had a very hard time holding back my laughter as the woman ranted at me because it was initially pretty surreal. I have no doubt she wouldn’t do that to someone who was a) male or b) someone she perceived as her equal. I’m relatively sure now that she felt comfortable sniping at me because I am younger. I have to admit that the last post was pretty abbreviated as I honestly don’t remember a few things that were said—I do remember there was long-winded dialogue on her part and a bemused smile and initially mild comebacks on my part. I was laughing as I was posting it and describing the scene to IP over the phone. I’m still laughing, because as I hit “publish” yesterday I had a weird feeling that I’d be seeing a lot traffic . . .

However, I liked walking away with laughter on my lips, as opposed to cursing myself for not getting the last word or at least defending myself. I don’t like confrontation but deal with it in my work, so her attack that would’ve troubled me a year ago was ordinary today. I come from a retort-ready family and am in a relationship that calls for a lot of fast banter, but my retorts usually only come when I’m comfortable. Yet I had no trouble telling this woman that she was in the wrong and using her words against her.

Wonkette cycles through pretty fast, though. Hello and good-bye to the visitors since I know I’ll be on the second or third page by 10am.

Okay, back to the regularly-scheduled posts that typically involve the books I’ve read, the conversations I’ve had with people I get along with, and the daily life of this Mexican woman.

*I believe that’s the second time I’ve used lyrics from “Dr. Psiquiatra” to title a post.