If there’s one thing that really burns my ass for no good
reason, it’s being teased about stuff. Everyone who knows me knows this, and they
use this knowledge to psychologically torture me for their own amusement. By the
way, everyone, if I haven’t been returning your calls lately, this is why.
I’m sure this sensitivity to being teased goes back to my
school days. I was bullied for years, and this was back in the days when kids
were expected to stand up for themselves. When I complained to my third grade
teacher that one of the other kids had called me a name, she replied, “Smack
him.” As the years passed, a lot of people got smacked, and I got punished for smacking
a lot of people, but the larger problem went unresolved.
So, in addition to having anger
management issues, I cannot stand to be teased. It’s been the end of more
than one relationship, since I am, apparently, just so damn entertaining when I’m
wound up. There is nothing on this Earth that can compel me to spend a single
second with someone who picks on me for their own entertainment. I really don’t
understand how picking on someone is supposed to be funny for anyone except the
person doing the picking, and then only because that person is a twat waffle. I’m
sure there are plenty of people out there who don’t understand that when they
tease me and I respond with some variation of “Go sit naked on a bucket of
angry bees,” that I’m being serious. It’s not f&cking nice, people. Knock
it off.
