When I was younger and people were rude or disrespectful towards me I would simply take mental notes. Memorize those notes and use them for future attacks when they least expected it. I'd harbor my grudges like only a female can and patiently wait until that grudge is nice and ripe to squeeze it's evil succulent juice all over their would-be smitten faces.
I don't like to hurt people's feelings and as much as I wish the above statement were true 100% of the times that I was double crossed, it's not. I was indeed rarely double crossed and when I was, I would simply turn the other cheek. Things like stealing my clothes, which I know I deserved since I use to steal clothes myself, or spreading rumors about me, or talking about the way I looked, or the evil kids that use to take the bus with me to school and call me names cause of my luscious locks. I ignored a lot of these things and made them not matter in my world. I relied on higher forces to fight my battles even if at the time I didn't believe in that higher force.
Except I remember this one time in second grade when we had just moved in with my wonderful new step dad in his wonderful new apartment located in the marvelous hood of ______ and I was reconnected with an old bff I knew from my previous school before the last one. She was new to our class and no one would befriend her except me! My previous friend of had left to another school and so her timing was impeccable. We became as close as second grade little girls could get and before we could get any closer my mother transferred our schools again.
So you would imagine this chance encounter would bring great joy to my life. Reconnecting with an old friend who knew me when my mom and dad were still together, who knew me when my life was complete, should have been pleasant, right? Except there's those offset circumstances that sometimes occur when old friends 're-meet'. Circumstances like they might not remember you and in which case means that they were obviously more important to you than you were to them and no one wants to face that humiliation. Or what if they DO remember you but they are crazy now, like do drugs, lost all their kids, no job, no car and are just looking for someone new to reconnect with so they may wreak their own havoc on your life simply because of the ONE time you guys were friends back then?
Or what if they happen to be related to a group of Bebe's Kids that didn't like you? Which was my case. I never knew why her cousins didn't like me. They operated a small candy store out of their house where they sold gum for one penny and on occasion would give away free bread. So you know we was up in that piece almost every otha day! Maybe it was cause we were there all the time, or my name-brand clothes, or my light skin and nappy head, or my billy ray cyrus hair cut, whatever the reason was, they did not like me and were determined to sic their cousin, my only friend in the world at the time, on me.
Except they found my sister first. She so innocently was riding her bike and they thought she was me. The curse of looking like some one that is so damn sexy! My sister ran in the house crying because these little delinquents had mistaken her for me. I was pissed. As much as my sister and I were like oil and water at the time, no one was allowed to bully her except for me. I don't remember clearly if my mother had instructed me to not come back unless I kicked her ass or if that was something I had heard other people say about their own mother's and somehow incorporated that into my own memory, all I know is there was a lot of finger snapping and neck rolling when I went out there to confront the culprits which were long gone by the time I got there.
However, the following day on my way to purchase my penny gums, who was there patiently waiting my exit from their house? Yes, it was her with her army of degenerate cousins and me by myself. Why I chose to go alone that day I will never know. I guess a part of me is pretty tough. I just realized that right now. Anyway, there was a lot of back and forth and some more neck rolling and finger snapping until one of her inbred cousins finally pushed her into me.
I swear till this very day I won that fight. I remember her trying to hit my face with her knee to no avail. Besides, I had already had months of sparring with my older step-brother and sister so this little changa was nothing to me. I knew the chances of me seeing her there were great since it was her cousins house yet I still showed up, alone. When the fight was over, I remember walking away alone shouting that oh so popular word that completely defines a woman's character during her menstrual cycle. Never seen that beecha again. Never had another fist fight with someone of no blood relation again. All my other fist fight's were with family members and those don't count.
It's an experience I can knock off the bucket list. The point is, there is no point. You mess with a little girl recently inducted into the broken-home hall of fame your bound to face some reprecussions. Just kidding. I'm not that tough. Or am I?
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