Ya ever just sit there and think about something that happened a while ago that made you mildly upset... but then you just don't stop thinking about it. Next thing you know, you can't get that instant out of your head and you just want to smack someone? I walked into that trap this evening.
My older cousin had two kids with this spoiled, wannabe thug who's been withholding child support for years. Now she's dating this new thug wannabe guy who invited all his creepy friends to our Mardi Gras parade spot (this was over 2 damn weeks ago. How dumb is it that I'm stewing about this? Oh well... kind of nice to know I have the free time to actually stew this evening.) Well anyway, these guys are all watching the parade, and these high school dancing troupe marches by and does their little routine. People are applauding and throwing them beads and asking for an encore, and what are this guy's friends doing? They're fucking cat-calling the 16-year-old girls and saying stuff like "yeah baby, show me that ass!"
....Really? It was pretty disgusting. They're close to 30. And ok, maybe it wasn't the boyfriend himself who was shouting these things, but the company he keeps is making me nervous. Her kids are screwed up enough from their first shitty dad. Bah... not my business and nothing I can do, but why does she have to hate dating guys who understand that being a badass doesn't mean posturing like some kind of neck-tattooed rooster with a noisy muffler pipe and no manners?