Blog Post 79

So a couple of days ago I went longboarding with a friend of mine at East Carolina University cause I had nothing better to do with my life and I just needed to get out of the house. So we get on campus and we do our usual runs around campus and so what. But for me as a person who longboards down steps on the fucking regular somehow fell and got laughed at by some irrelevant ass high schoolers that were apparently “Visting” or whatever the fuck.

So I got up went back up to the steps did my run again and what do I do? I fucking wipe out for some unknown fucking reason. So look to my friend and I just shake my fucking head and look back at the ground and by ground I mean the bricks and I shit you not when I tell you those bricks were fucked up I mean they looked like they were from a third world country. The spot where I normally land at had fucking cracks in the bricks and what looked like if a wrecking ball just fell on the bricks and was just left there to not get fixed.

That shit pissed me off so much I fucking decided to:

1. Give those motherfuckers something to really laugh about

2. I fucking redid the steps and fucking landed it

3. I then gave those highschoolers the middle finger and laughed

So yeah I basically just got all my respect back and said fuck you to those high schoolers. I hate fucking up something and get laughed at / get disrespected by someone who doesn’t even know what I’m actually capable of or just know me as a person in general. If you have known me and knew how long I’ve actually been doing what I do you would have known I’m very well known for doing steps and known for not being taken as a joke and definitely not by some dumb ass high schoolers or anyone who doesn’t know me and my situation.

I’m not sure how someone else would have dealt with this whole situation but for me, with anger issues and who can’t control there temper, I feel like I did a pretty decent job. Shit who knows I could have talked shit to all of them and probably swung on a few mother fuckers. But I didn’t! So I guess me going to anger management classes is working somewhat.

I also have 2 *disclaimers*

1: Ever since I had that fucking fall my left fucking leg isn’t feeling right and hurts like a mother fucker whenever I lift it so yeah. But that's just the least of my worries.

2: I give no fucks about my actions because people who don’t know others and the situation that they’re in can clearly just stay the fuck out of it. Just saying!