Driving to class this morning I drove by a very short woman. Without thinking I made a joke, " it's the last of the lollipop guild."
All to elicit a cheap laugh from my passenger.
“Words are like bullets, if you’re lucky they avoid a vital organ and go through and through. But more often than not, they get lodged inside somewhere.” --–Richard Kadrey, except from Kill the Dead.
Driving to class this morning I drove by a very short woman. Without thinking I made a joke, " it's the last of the lollipop guild."
All to elicit a cheap laugh from my passenger.
Am I the bully or the bullied? Is the line that seperates the two really that black and white, or do we all fall into some shade of gray?
When someone calls me an asshole, do I just smile and walk away? No. I retort with "fuck you, fatass," or something equally as elegant. So I'm just as much a bully as the aggressor.