A famous quote from an unknown source says, “nice guys finish last.” I am a nice guy and I don’t want to finish last. I’m not being nice because I expect some type of reward but because it is human decency. It is nothing wrong with being kind, polite, and compassionate. This dean at my old middle school taught me it was better to kill people with kindness instead of getting red hot mad. Well, Mr. Dean, this killing people with kindness shit is not working for me anymore.
I am ready to swing my palm, with my five fingers spread out, across grown men’s faces. You better believe that palm will be coming full force. Honestly, I don’t want to get violent with people but I’ve realized a punch to the face a teach a man a lesson. That lesson would be don’t fuck with me.
I fear no man and I’m always up to fight anybody but I do try to avoid confrontation. Me trying to avoid confrontation is where the problem is for me because I do sense people know that. So they keep pushing until my bottled up frustration turns into wrath.
An example is this dude at the job who keeps talking to me like he cannot stand me. I don’t know the reason why he cannot stand me but he just doesn’t like me. Well, recently I went up to him and asked for some help. He starts talking to me like I am stupid. I had to remind buddy that outside of these work walls he is not protected.
Don’t get me wrong, I want to continue being nice but it is people that have to meet the unpleasant side of me. Violence will not be my first option but it’s one of the high possibility options now. Just no more bottling up emotions from me anymore. If I feel as if I am being disrespected I will kindly ask the disrespecter to step behind the building in the proximity. Or I’m catching that person in a surveillance-free zone. Somebody got to prove to people not all nice guys finish last. Some of us play to win.