Saturday was “test-your-temper” kind of day.
Actually I don’t want to rehashed everything because I’m chilled now.
I don’t like screaming or yelling during heated conversations but I know my own limits. I know my own thresholds and I’m even afraid of what I can actually do when I lose it. I know myself and I’m still learning more of it each day especially on how I deal with circumstances that come my way. I know how I used to get mad, it took me almost a decade of control, of positive thoughts, of managing my anger and of learning to think quadruple times before I say something I would regret. Oh good Lord, thanks for always helping me out.
I had my own dose of heavy traffic in Bacolod and I can’t help but say shit almost a hundred times.
I almost actually screamed at the bitchy cashier of a famous resto here in Bacolod because she has an attitude I cannot just shrug off. It’s your job little missy and I’m your customer here so don’t be a bitch to me. I did my sermon though in a nice way and talked to some waiters to please tell her about good customer service and when she’s stress with her work she should not actually act that way. It’s unprofessional. The manager and the waiters talked to me and apologized.
I controlled myself.
I was about to lose my temper but I reminded myself that it isn’t worth it. I am well-educated.
The Taxi Driver.
The cab driver was actually an a-hole. He won’t drive me to the office because of traffic and he talked about waiting, about how traffic irritates him blah blah blah and more blahs.
I just inhaled and exhaled deeply. I know I just calmed my senses minutes after that bitch stressed me out and here I go again with a nag driver.
How worst can this day be?
I just said “hipos na nong ah, damo storya manaog na lang ko hindi na pagdugangi ang init ka ulo ko.”
He hushed himself after I said my piece then I went out and slammed the door.
It did not stop there.
On my way home, I encountered a guy who keeps on asking questions about me and my work. I can sense that he’s actually drunk and I am actually annoyed.
He asked for my number and I definitely don’t want to give it. He gave me his phone and insisted so I typed in 09191234567 and he said that it’s not my number. The trike driver sense my madness so he offered to take the guy home even if that guy insisted the driver that he’ll take me home first. I was actually gathering all the chill pills I can find because I’m almost losing it. He insisted that he does not care if I have a boyfriend blah blah blah and I really really want to hit his face. I just smiled while I’m actually thinking of the possibility of me breaking his bones.
I don’t want a boyfriend.
I don’t need a boyfriend to save me.
I can handle myself. (***hair flips***)
I’m glad he just went off screaming I want your number while I shouted “go home, you’re drunk! “
I told the trike driver how pesky it is to deal with drunk people at unholy hours. I don’t actually believe in love that happens over beer,tequila, rhum whatever…
I believed in love shared over memories, coffee and good food.
I need a manfriend not a boyfriend. I want someone who’s actually mature enough in dealing with life. I want someone to save me from my own demons not just someone who will save me from the evilness of the world.
Anyhoo, all those are random stuffs that almost made me a monster but I’m glad I surpassed it without doing nasty.
Thank you, Lord.