I am an emotional person...(understatement).
However, even though I have all of the emotions of twelve people at a time (no I don't have MPD...pretty sure) I do a great job (self evaluated) at keeping them under control. That is... until the other day.
Short scenario... I have almost all guy friends. Being a girl, this is awesome and awful all at once. Sometimes they forget that even though I am a gun toting, boxing BA (that's short hand for Bad Ass. also, I'm not really gun toting, but I do know how to shoot well) I still have feelings and a somewhat (very) sensitive soul. SO when I am sad and expressing hurt feelings to them and they LAUGH at me when I am crying... chaos ensues. This has only happened to me once in my life, and my reaction was just as surprising to my victim (read: best friend... or was...) as it was to myself.
It went like this, as we are driving to the world's most magical place, Coors Field:
Me: crying. hysterically.
Jerk: ...laughing.
Me: are you laughing at me right now?
Jerk: still laughing
Me: GET OUT!
Jerk: are you serious?
Me: GET OUT OF MY CAR
so he did. And I drove away. Then I called my dad. He said "whoa whoa pull over you can not drive and cry like this, this is not like you". My response? "Dad, I can't pull over! I have to get away, if I stop, he might think I was joking."
So I kept driving. I regained my composure. I called some other friends and we all went to the game. And guess what? It was awesome.
And guess what else? I don't even feel bad.
Sometimes I guess you just have to demand some respect.