what happened to Rosy (Rosie?) reminds me of how much people suck.
And how stupid they are.
And how much I pride myself of my argumentative skills.
Stick to the topic. If you don’t, you’re avoiding the point so why argue?
Know what the hell you’re talking about.
Those are the only two you really need.
It also reminds me why I try not to get angry at people…
I tend to hit them where it hurts, and not regret it.
I wish people put one fraction of the effort into this world that I do.
I wish, for one night at least, people would look me in the eye and ask “how was YOUR day?” instead of me dragging them, kicking and screaming, out of their shells.
Showing them it doesn’t hurt to be out of protective wear.
And leaving them shell shocked as I move on to the next person.
I’m sick of the effort.