I have moments where I imagine myself differently, more confident; more intimidating; more bitchy, even. What if people never saw me as somebody that could be “fucked around with” (in the graceful words of a certain somebody) just because I won’t fight back. Thinking back now, what if instead of putting up with it, I had looked that girl in the eye and called her a bitch? What if I told that guy that he was actually an egotistical prick and should stay the hell away from me? What if I said shut the fuck up I don’t care to everyone who annoyed or bored me with their nonsense? Would I be happier, knowing that less people will mess with me and I would be what people call a “strong” person. Lol. It’s weird but thinking about how satisfying it would be to see the confused faces of these people make me smile. I would never do it, nor do I believe it is the right thing to do, but there’s just these times where I can’t help but wonder about these things.
(I just saw a giant Facebook DP of someone I used to really like, but after a lengthy time realising the crappy person they actually were, now stare at in great distaste. Which brings me on this train of thought.)