The F Bomb

What's gotten into me?

 I ranted about everything today saying the word "fuck", well, about every other word. I paced back and forth between the bathroom and the living room talking about my disappointment in this society (take it as a whole or a half) to my poor mother who is watching her young daughter shrivel up into a bitter old woman. That damn revving engine kept setting my sister's car alarm off as I tried to study for a test that was killing me softly. In a too-big concert t-shirt and horrible bed head I stormed outside to confront our "hillbilly neighbor" (that's what we call him, because he is the epitome of said description. I stood curbside waiting for that jackass to come around again, and sure enough I witnessed him purposely revving that stupid homemade engine to set our car alarm off. Before I knew it, my legs were marching towards the street, my hand held out to stop him. He slowed and looked over with his tattooed face and ugly mug unabashed. "Can you stop doing that?" I said rather callously. he looks ahead and revs again. "SERIOUSLY???!!" I slammed my hand down on the trashcan beside me. He asked if it was disturbing my attempt at sleeping (it was 11 a.m. and I was fully dressed...just not well) "No, it's just fuckin' annoying, you've been doing that for half an hour." He looked ahead and drove off. However, that was his last lap around, because he parked the fuckin' thing in his driveway and that was that. I felt accomplished seeing as I try to avoid confrontation and here I had confronted our whacked out neighbor and made him stop his nonsense. Hours later, I locked my keys in my trunk and had to be taxied home by a friend only to find the door lock, thus forcing me to hop  out neighbor's fence and landing quite hard all those 6 feet down. Great day.Great. I can't complain though, I laughed most of it off between saying "fuck". Not too shabby. The change I see in myself is that I plan to work on not taking bullshit just because I feel small. Okay, good. Goodbye.