Well apparently, I'm a bitch.
You may be thinking to yourself, "why? why is she a bitch?"
I'll tell you why people think I'm a bitch.
1. I don't put up with BULLSHIT.
Cat-calling, pettiness, lying, and unwarranted sexual advances get shut down. I'm quick to throw the middle finger up to anyone who thinks that my presence means that I have to be nice to them. I can't stand when people (mostly women) take part in petty fights and trash talk when this world has enough crap in it to begin with. I'll call you out on your lies and I won't feel bad if I embarrass you. And if I'm at work and I'm waiting on you patiently and kindly while you decide to make a sexual pass at me, I will tell you to get the fuck out and to have a nice day. :)
2. I tell it like it is.
This quality in me tends to get me in trouble and is probably one of the BIGGEST reasons I can't keep many girlfriends. I have an extremely hard time feeding people what they want to hear. I believe that coddling facilitates an ignorant race of people. The people who tell you what you don't want to hear actually are looking out for you because they see the real side of your situation. Keep them around.
3. I walk with my head up.
Where ever I go, I walk with my head up. I have every reason to be confident in myself, my decisions, and my values. To some, my confidence comes off as "crazy", "ballsy", or "intimidating". For the longest time, I felt that those words had a negative connotation and that I should walk with my head down and just blend into the crowd. When I got to college and found myself being pushed through on campus. I decided enough was enough. I don't move out of the way for anyone anymore. Find another way around, "I'm walking here!"
4. I'm not afraid to protect myself.
My parents always said the phrase, "fight or flight," to describe how people react to fear induced situations. When it comes to being scared, I will admit that clowns scare the crap out of me and I will not willingly watch a scary movie. But I carry a weapon with me at all times. I have two knives in my vehicle, mace, a knife in my purse, a knife in my night stand, and other weapons that need not be named. I recently was in a situation where my knife in my car came in handy. In the middle of the day, I was approached in my driveway by a man who claimed he needed money and wanted to tell me a story. I asked him calmly and as kindly as possible to leave me alone and not to step on my property. As he continued to neglect my commands and moved closer to my car I took out my knife and pressed the switch to open the blade. The snap of the blade out from the handle made the man stop in his tracks and run in the opposite direction. When it comes to these so-called "fight or flight" situations I choose fight, so let's go.
If these reasons convince you that I am the derogatory term that so many people refer to me as, then I guess I am. I'll wear it proudly. Maybe you should take a lesson from me and be a bitch too.
