There’s an old Southern saying that goes: “Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining.”. I remember hearing it ages ago and not thinking much of it at the time – but over the course of this past week, I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.
I’m a pretty reasonable guy. Most people who know me will tell you as much. I treat people with respect and expect the same in return. I’m not confrontational, preferring to settle disagreements in a mature and courteous manner. All in all, fairly amiable and even-keeled. However, certain things do set me off: 1. non-stick rice, 2. Toronto traffic, and 3. people who treat me like I’m an idiot in the mistaken assumption that my reasonable, respectful, mature, courteous, amiable, and even-keeled nature will prevent me from losing my shit.
If these past few months have taught me anything, it’s that life’s too short.
So, screw it.
Enjoy the dog pics…