So I went to karaoke this evening. I wanted to test if I was the anomaly when it comes to drunks. But this is Valentine's day so that means people are in fancy restaurants with their loves. That means no one wants to spend the holiday in a pizza joint. Any way... the point is there were no drunks. Seriously I think the group of people I hang out with are the problem, they engage and seemingly encourage the drunks. Its like they want the attention, I don't.
My mother was afraid for me, she didn't feel comfortable with my going alone. Now if I would have told her that there would be a group, she would have been fine with it. She fears so much and pushes those fears on me. I've been called a great many things, but fearful has never been one of them! I refuse to be counted among that lot.
I have never been afraid of a man, nor a woman. There are a several things that I've been called: bitch, crazy, maniac. Never fearful and never stupid. Now I may be crazy and a maniac at times, but I refuse to live in fear of going out my own front door.
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