Daniela
Life was oh, so easier before I discovered my inner bitchiness. I could
call my dad and ask him for money if I was ever in a financial ditch. I
could get along with everyone at the expense of my self-expression. I
could use denial to deal with confrontations.
Life is much harder now. I pay half my tuition and all my bills even
though, as a foreigner in the USA, the hours I can work are restricted.
At times, I subsist on coke and self-mockery for days, and I do not get
along with all that surround me. Still, I am unimaginably happy with my
life, and myself, and all I've achieved. I have never regretted my
evolution into a Heartless Bitch, and I make no apologies for what I am.
I have no problems telling my mamma's boy of a roommate not to touch my
food again or I would add the cost of it to the bills. "Yeah, hun, I am
neither your mom, nor your girlfriend. I work hard for my money and I if
I want to use it on strawberries or bruschetta bread, I will. If YOU
wanna eat bruschetta, get a job." I have no problem burying my knuckles
into the soft parts of the moron in the dance club who thinks that since
my friends know him, he can grope me. "Don't FUCKING touch me again or
I'll make you a mezzo-soprano." And I certainly have no problem making
good on those promises.
I have learned not to be bothered by assholes with a myriad of sweeping
generalizations in their inventory. "So you think that since I am an
animals-rights activist I listen to New Age music and plan to become a
veterinarian? Or that I am a whore since I listen to hard rock, or that
I am a lesbian since I have short hair and am not attracted to you
(honest to God, I've heard this uttered. Until then, I believed this
reasoning only existed in myth), or that I am a right-wing Republican
since I study business and watch Formula 1 religiously, or that...Hey,
are you preparing for some eugenics SAT exams? Fuck you and have a nice
life."
Most important of all, I am not ashamed to assert myself. If I feel I
deserve better treatment from my friends, roommates, classmates, or
colleagues I will tell them, explain my reasoning, and offer a
suggestion on how to improve the situation. When I make a mistake, I
apologize. Oh, and I don't mind stepping on some toes if the situation
warrants it. Sometimes when it doesn't. Actually, often when it doesn't.
Hell, I just love stepping on toes.
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