Minding my own business,
in storms my husband Stefan,
in a jealous rage.
“You been screwin’ Damon,”
he says. He was crazy
and he kept screamin’,
And then he ran into my knife.
He ran into my knife ten times.
okay, a post I just reblogged reminded me of this,
When I was in third grade it was recess and I was just sitting at the top of the slide minding my own business. A lunch lady told me to either get off the slide or slide down because others need to have a clear path to slide down if they want to. I didn’t get off, saying there was no one waiting to get on and I would move if someone wanted to.
She told me she would count to 3 and if I wasn’t down by 3 I would have to sit on the bench for the rest of recess. by the time she counted to 2 I was off the slide.
Another lunch lady yelled at me and literally tackled me to the ground saying I wasn’t listening and was disobedient. I scratched and hit her, trying to get her to release her grip on me.
I got a month of recess in the office doing schoolwork and a pink slip/demerit/ODR. She was not punished at all.
so there I was, walking along and minding my own business
when suddenly I think
“so if Thordan VII is/becomes this sort of King Arthur-like figure, and he has an illegitimate son who plays a part in his demise, does this make Aymeric a Mordred-like figure in a sort of reversed-morality-alignment version of Arthurian stories?”
if im confident in my skill & proud of myself im a narcissistic bitch. if im passive & need others to lead or help me im a wimpy bitch. and if i mind my own business & dont interfere with people im an aloof bitch. there is no fucking way to win. this is all mens fault