How not being rude or violent can save your life...

Writen by Linda Mains

A new day and tonight a new post, which is really difficult because I'm feeling really ill. My cat is licking his butt right now. I know that has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm about to write about, but, I'm throwing my cats butt in this post anyway. So I want to talk about something that actually happened to me Monday night at the gym. Now I was working out. I love to use the stationary bicycle, because, if I set the settings at level 10, I will sweat my ass off. Now every time I work out, I turn the T.V. on because I get bored, just sitting there, trying to peddle the fat off my body. Or...tighten up my already tight body, but, it really does get boring! Now I love reading, although reading when your biking, is impossible.

 

So what did I do, that made some menopausal woman, nearly get off the tread mill to kick my ass? Well, I decided to turn the Chanel on the T.V. You're probably asking yourself, "you nearly were attacked by a menopausal woman, while working out at the gym?" Yes I was! And can you guess what set this crazy woman off? OK, this is how the whole scene went down. I asked the woman on the tread mill, who was working out next to me; "was it OK if I changed the Chanel?" Of course she said yes. Except, I forgot to ask the lady, that was working out next to her, if she wanted to watch the show, that I had turned too. Which of course was Larry the Cable guy. Now I know your asking me; "Linda, why the hell, where you watching that show for anyway?" Well for one, I love mind numbing shows, while I'm working out, and Two and a Half men, are only reruns now. Plus it was the only thing on. Now I thought that an Indian national, wouldn't mind my choices in T.V. viewing. I couldn't have been more wrong. She jumped off her tread mill, in her manly Indian accent, she pointed her finger in my face, while frothing at the mouth and said; "YOU DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME, IF I WANTED TO WATCH THAT, AND THE VOLUME IS TOO LOUD!" Now I know I'm maturing, because, I didn't get out my boxing gloves, and no I wasn't scared of this loud mouth. I realized something, while listening to these menopausal bitch, mouthing off to me. I realized I could destroy her, and that she was all mouth and no action, and that she had very little power in her personal life. Now why would I think that; because how powerless do you have to be, to blow up at a woman, who accidental turned up the volume or turned on the wrong T.V program? I realized she looked like a GIANT jerk, which is what most loud mouths look like, when they go off on their Innocent victims. So I didn't react to this angry woman. I just told her; "you know you could have handled the whole situation in a much better way. You didn't have to act so rude, and you could have just asked me, to turn down the volume or to change the Chanel."

 

Why are people in California so rude? I heard and read somewhere, that California surpassed New York, with the number of rude people that lived here. OK so you're probably asking; "what do I consider to be rude?"

 

Here's my list of the different types of rude asses living in California;

1. The man or woman who lets their dog's crap on your lawn.
2. Anyone who talks loudly on a cell phone while your sitting right next to them.
3. People who cut in line in front of you and don't say that they're sorry.
4. People who cut you off in traffic and don't say they are sorry.
5. People who call you before 8AM in the morning.
6. People who won't let the elderly have seats on the bus, or...open doors for them, or offer them help across the street. Ya, maybe she's not your Grannie, but damn dude, you could have helped her.
7. People who get mad at convienience store clerks or fast food help, for not jumping fast enough to get them their food.
8. People who brag about how much stuff they have, while knowing, that their friends are going threw hard times.
9. People who talk loudly, at intimate restaurants, when seated at a table.
10. Drunk people.
11. People who dont' know you very well, but ask you a million personal questions in public.
12. People whom assume stuff about you.
13. People who smoke in front of you, but never ask if you allergic to their smoke.
14. Loud people whom arent' drunk.
15. People who blow up at people, for no real reason.
16. People whom burp or fart and never say excuse me.
17. Thoughtless people (they really deserve their own category for rudeness!)
18. Phony people can be externally rude, they'll tell you what new phony B.S is in style. Why? Because, they are shallow, and one dimensional people. Now these ruddies; will usually be giggling because everything they do and say is so "wonderful."
19. People who read their emails out load.
20. People that tell you they're depressed every moment of their life's.
21. People who talk about others right in front of them.

 

Now that's only my 21 rude things, that drive me crazy. I know that many of you out there have your own lists of rude things that drive you crazy. But being rude, isn't just annoying, being rude, can get you killed! I once had a friend that was a total snob, she thought; she was the best looking, most wonderful, shitless smelling person ever! Now she made a lot of peoples life's absolutely miserable and the people she worked with, lifes, miserable as well. Shit I didn't like her when I first met her either. She was rude! But then I found out that her rudeness, stemmed from her own insecurities about herself. One day we just finally warmed up to each other and became friends. Now she like a lot of other single moms, had a lot of problems with men. So one day, because, taking care of two kids can become stressful as hell. Especially when you're doing it all on your own. I decided to be cool and I gave her one of the best massages, that she said she ever got. Now that was when I worked as a Bikini dancer at a club called Frisky Kitty. So I left that club and went to work at another one.

 

Why? Because I recognized that the security was very laxed at that club. I went to work at a club in North Hollywood, while she stayed there. Now the Frisky Kitty closed one previous time, before, they closed that place down for good. I know your asking me; "why did the Frisky Kitty close the first time?" It closed because, one of the Bouncers that worked there, had tricked a dancer to go outside too smoke pot or a cigarette with him. Then he pulled out his knife, held it against her throat and raped her." So Encino's City Hall wanted to see an end to that eye sore. They wanted it shut down, but for some reason they reopened that nightmare club. I was about to go back to work there, but I decided not too. Why? I wasn't ready and something stopped me. I'm really glad it didn't go back to work there at that time. My friend wasn't so lucky, she decided to work there, then one night. A pretend stripper, got mad for no apparent reason. Then she decided, it would be a great idea to set my friend on fire. Which got that bitch a life in prison sentence.

 

 

You're like what does setting someone on fire, have to do with rudeness Linda? Well if she wouldn't have been rude to this girl, and if she would have given her one moment of respect, she'd still have her face and the same life that she did have. I'm not the only one who knows this story about her, and we all feel the same way; that she could have been nicer. Sometimes knowing when to say "nothing" can save your life. Why? Because you can't tell, who's going to be the one to kill you, so having a little bit of respect, by not being rude and obnoxious, can save your life or in her case, your face! Most of us thought something like that would happen to her. If you're smart, knowing whom not to piss off, can save you from a life time of pain, or from being dead. So in the end, I thought, when I thought of that woman, who insulted me in the gym. I thought about what happened to my friend, and learning when not to react, while not escalating any violent situation; so she or me wouldn't go to jail. So everybody, the next time you get supper-angry, I'd like everybody to think about what they're doing, before, making a fatal mistake, by either getting yourself killed or killing someone.