Today I had an appointment with troublesome, tattletaler T. We had an appointment to talk about a class he wanted me to teach. Serious stuff. Right on time he sauntered over to my desk and started in:
“How’s the four-eyed, ferret-faced, fat fukc you call friend?”
I was shocked but…when an innocent smile flashed across his face, instantly I knew he was out for blood. I barely know him, but he’s on my side. Truthfully, there are no sides. I could care less, however, where I stand is duly noted. He doesn’t forget. Neither do I. Neither will I.
“Fun-ny,” I replied “Great use of alliteration, by the way. You should teach English instead of Science. Now, about that class you want me to teach…”
He laughed, “not giving in to the battle, huh?”
Battle. I thought I should invite him to the next show. For a viscious second I wanted him to point out the FEFFFFF so there wouldn’t be any doubts. But, as soon as the invitation was on the tip of my tongue and practically on my lips I swallowed it.
Not only do I already have a Knight in shining armor, I’m learning to pick my battles and I really don’t need to trouble me.
That’s the thing about saying things. You may mean them at the time. You may not. You may want to say them only to impress someone else. You never know who is lurking, reading between the lines, eavesdropping on you, or you, or you. Yesterday, I was surprised by an author who read my “review” and decided to comment back. I’m honored, flattered, stunned. But, here’s the thing. Being called out made me reread my own words to make sure I wasn’t being a FEFFFFF.
~*LunaSea*~ 
in a million years…you could not be a FEFFFFF.
Phew!