Sunday, February 26, 2012

Douche Bag

I think I finally know what that word means. It's some kind of cleaning device for a woman's pussy. So it's nicer to eat out? I don't know... but this dude I work with now is absolutely embodying the words douche bag as they're most commonly used on the streets, homie.

Firstly, let me say that he just annoys me, not a deal breaker or a bad enough fucker for me to seek another job. No. I've been through worse. But I'd very much prefer not to have to live with this guy's bullshit.

He's the classic attention seeking bully, motivated purely by his emotions at the moment, doesn't have the self-awareness to see beyond his own egotistical desires for people's respect because he's a slightly higher rank at the job.

There's two ways to deal with this personality, take away what they want which is your full attention, or make it unpleasant for them to bully you in order to get it.

I'm trying to avoid the latter but if it comes down to that I'm not afraid to tell him to go fuck himself. I'm glad I'm not a super nice guy or this kind of shit would never end. The thing is though, that he wants a fight with me. It'll make him feel tough which is something he's insecure about probably because an alpha male put him in his place years ago and he yearns for someone to step on to make himself feel less asshurt. It's so unbelievably fucked up... I hope he dies in a car crash.

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