Calm Down?

 When did anyone, any man in particular, think that he had the God-given right to ask me (no, to tell me) to calm down when I wasn't even flaring up in the first place? If I could have reached into the computer I would have yanked that man by the balls and pulled him through the monitor just to hang his ass from the tree outside my window so I could watch him twist in the wind! No, before you ask, I'm not going to tell you his name; he's an idiot on Instagram from another country, who both doesn't understand American women, nor has he ever dealt with a Southern woman! Well, he just got his ears twisted as mine were firmed pinned back against my skull after seeing what he wrote to me after he asked my opinion on a matter. This asshat asks my opinion, I reluctantly gave it to him, and he has the damned nerve to ask me to calm down.  I don't know why I said asked, the man told me to calm down. Boy howdy, he's gone and he better stay gone!

    Men, both ignorant and intelligent, I hope I have your attention. When a Southern woman decides you need a cussin' you're gonna get your cussin' and you had better stay put when she's doin' it or you'll never see her face or pretty hips again. She'll walk right out that door or kick you out of it - - this door was the door of potential friendship through Instagram, and I always KNOW better than to let some man into my life who starts his first conversation off with "Hello Dear" God, that makes me cringe!  I typically try to be polite about it, but it just makes my gut crawl when I see it. I was kind and asked him not to call me "Dear" and I told him, like I tell every man that writes to me, I don't have time to chat. If you're not already an established friend, there is but ONE MAN that will have the privilege of breaking the ice and though I don't outwardly say "It ain't you", I'm thinking it is not that man talking to me at that moment. I let him know nicely that I am busy, I don't chat, but I can answer questions that he can't find on my posts. If he persists, as this man did, and he continues to ask questions he can find on my posts, I am again polite about it, and again, direct him to read my posts!

    Lord have mercy, this man wrote me a third or fourth time, saying he was seeking a Christian relationship, a friend, nothing remotely resembling a romantic relationship. He wanted to talk prophecy, and he wanted to know my thoughts on the geo-political front(s) that are currently displayed in current events. Was he telling the truth? Probably not. They never do. They lie through their keyboards and ask a few interesting questions, then ask you to go WhatsApp and chat. WHAT PART OF NO confused this man (or any man)? After asking me my opinion on the Russian/Ukraine situation and how I found it to be either Biblically prophetic or interesting, I decided to tell him what I thought. I preferenced it by saying that I was a born-again Christian and believed that the return of Jesus was imminent. It could happen at any time.

    Not only did this yahoo try to tell me that my beliefs were off (because they didn't line up with his) he went on to say that I didn't know much about military assignment, the way the world looks at Americans, and I really should just calm down and wait for the answers to be handed to me. Did he really just hit send on that one? I'll send him!  I fired back with both barrels, and NO I will never apologize for what I say when I do that. It's what I felt when I did it. Jesus will simply have to forgive me for being the bitch I am! I decided to tell the man exactly how I felt so I did. When he basically tried to dismiss me a second time I told him if I was standing in front of him he wouldn't be standing much longer. I told him to take his lies and deceptive means to another woman because this one was not about to play his "be submissive to me" game. If I could I would have replaced my boxing dummy with his face! 

    When a Southern woman tells you she's OK, you need to realize she is not OK. If she shakes her head at you and says "Bless your heart", it's likely you'll be buying flowers and chocolate before you track your dirty boots over her floor again. If she stares at you, and you think you see the steam rolling up in her eyes, Baby, it's time you set yourself for the door running in the other direction. You don't need to come back, and you probably shouldn't. She will not set a place for you at the table tonight that's for damn sure. At least I didn't have to worry about that with this one. I just used the block option on Instagram and he's gone. If he thinks he'll be clever and make up a new account to talk to me he's got another think comin', I am simply swearing off speaking to any of them right now except that ONE. 

    Glory to God in the HIGHEST....I want Jesus to come back fast before I blow a gasket!

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