I inherited nobody's good looks and my mother's temper. When I was younger I used to get angry all the time and get into all sorts of fights. When I was 8 a girl in school caught a grasshopper and plucked out its hind legs so that it couldn't hop. I was so angry I slapped her and we got into a physical fight but she was no match for me because I was big for my age. Of course, I got into trouble with the teachers but I believed I was doing the right thing.
When I get angry I just see red. It is difficult to explain. It's like all the blood in my body rushes to my head, and all I can see is red and someone or something has to pay for it. Sometimes this feeling can last for days. I am also very stubborn by nature, so usually when I get angry at someone I stay angry until I've exacted my revenge.
Because I used to get into all sorts of trouble in school, the teachers would contact my father and he had to come and talk to them and get me. But the one thing I am thankful for is that he never scolded me for my actions, I think he just put it off as a phase that I was going through, trying to find my place in the world. Or maybe he was just preoccupied with other more important things and didn't have the time to talk to me about my behaviour.
But he did tell me, many times, that it was a good thing I was not born a boy because if I had been a boy, I would have ended up in jail at some point. I think this is true. When I was in an all girls school until the age of 17, losing my temper wasn't really a problem. But later, when boys came into the picture, the only thing stopping me from getting into physical fights with boys was the knowledge that I could never win because they are physically stronger. If I had been a boy, of course, there would be no stopping me and I would most probably have joined a gang.
Because I am a girl and therefore had limitations, my brain became my best weapon. I would execute all sorts of plans, sometimes I would plan for months, and then, when they least expected it, revenge would be mine.
When I get angry I just see red. It is difficult to explain. It's like all the blood in my body rushes to my head, and all I can see is red and someone or something has to pay for it. Sometimes this feeling can last for days. I am also very stubborn by nature, so usually when I get angry at someone I stay angry until I've exacted my revenge.
Because I used to get into all sorts of trouble in school, the teachers would contact my father and he had to come and talk to them and get me. But the one thing I am thankful for is that he never scolded me for my actions, I think he just put it off as a phase that I was going through, trying to find my place in the world. Or maybe he was just preoccupied with other more important things and didn't have the time to talk to me about my behaviour.
But he did tell me, many times, that it was a good thing I was not born a boy because if I had been a boy, I would have ended up in jail at some point. I think this is true. When I was in an all girls school until the age of 17, losing my temper wasn't really a problem. But later, when boys came into the picture, the only thing stopping me from getting into physical fights with boys was the knowledge that I could never win because they are physically stronger. If I had been a boy, of course, there would be no stopping me and I would most probably have joined a gang.
Because I am a girl and therefore had limitations, my brain became my best weapon. I would execute all sorts of plans, sometimes I would plan for months, and then, when they least expected it, revenge would be mine.
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