Fools Beware

Quick update: I have not yet been thrown out of the Jesus Freak Cafe for smartassery, but I was in there tonight to write and make sure I'll be grinding my teeth all night from overcaffeination and check the reaction to my graffitti. Well, as far as my alteration to the quote about the path to repentance (see previous post) is concerned, somebody obliterated my reference to death and put in "loving kindness" instead of "fear" of God. I don't mind that too much, since apparently the same person got their undies in a knot over a much more innocuous comment about partying hard at the appropriate moment that had a facetious chapter and verse citation and made it illegible, too. I made my point. My comment that men are scum (and therefore I would know why I ended up alone), was ammended to "snow men are scum," which, while inane, is pretty harmless and probably funny in the right circles. Tonight, there was another Bible verse: "Cast all your anxieties on him who loves you," to which I added, "and cast all your clothes on him, too!" I'm afraid there wasn't room for the word "underthings" instead of "clothes," but the board was getting kind of crowded. I'm afraid that's all the blasphemy I could come up with tonight.

I've started writing again, after encouragement from CSL. The theme, if there must be one, is probably female friendship. I'm using it more as a springboard for social and political humor. I'm sure an arc will appear, but right now, it's just two women enjoying each other's company.

What's the point of all this? I guess I'm just tired of holding it all in, being reasonable. At my job, I am required to be nice to idiots all day (fortunately, I no longer have to take their money from them). When I get off the clock, I don't have to do it anymore, and I don't. I get on the train and try to get one of the single seats, so no one has to feel uncomfortable about sitting next to the weirdo who's grinning like a maniac because she's thought up a new Ann Coulter joke (Yeah, I know, shooting fish in a barrel, but I'm tired at the end of the day, and my brain needs a rest). So I get tired of being reasonable and fair and forgiving, and I fantasize and occasionally dish out a little of what I've been taking. I still believe in nonviolence, and tolerance, and free speech, but at heart, I'm a smartass, and there's no good to come of denying what you are.