Monday, June 29, 2009

I'm a lover, not a fighter

I have a white personality.
WHITE: These are the peacekeepers. Peace, or the absence of conflict, is what motivates and drives these people. They bring great gifts of clarity and tolerance and are generally kind, adaptable, good-listeners.  

Although I was a total butthead as a teenager, I've never had the personality that enjoyed conflict, etc... If someone in my family was mad at another member, I was the one cracking jokes to smooth it out. (Atleast now anyway...)  I was never a big "fighter" either. I got in one fist fight in high school. It was at a party and honestly I don't even remember why I hit her. I do remember being calling "Muhammed Ali" for months after that because I fought with a closed fist- none of that sissy pullin' hair crap. :)

Anyway... there was a time when a girl was messing with my lil sister, Nicole. Nicole was NOT a big girl. Like 5 foot nothing, weighing less than 100 pounds. This girl was dating an old boyfriend of mine and I guess had issues with that. Pfft, Idk why since it had been 3 years or so, but whatever. Nicole called me, crying about this girl that would threaten her in the bathroom, etc... I wasn't gonna put up with that so I told her I was coming up to her school. Nicole was scared I would be hurt. "But Tori! She slams girl's heads into lockers!"  I remember preparing to go see this girl. I was nervous because I didn't know what to expect. I remember deciding to wear my letter jacket because it made me look bigger. lol

When I arrived at the school I noticed a girl right away- she was dressed in something that I would think a witch would wear. It was a black and white dress-thing with a shredded bottom. I thought, "She looks like a spider."  I found Nicole and was like, "Ok, where is she?" Nicole pointed to none other than THE SPIDER. I wasn't sure what I was suppose to do then.  I was 17 and on a school campus that wasn't mine. I knew if I got in a fight I'd be arrested. So... I looked at this chick and she saw me. I guess she either already knew who I was or word travelled fast. It was obvious she knew who I was and why I was there. I full on expected this "tough chick" who "slammed girl's heads into lockers" to come over and confront me since it was ME she had the problem with. Uh- no. She hid in her little circle of friends. I'm not a big fighter, but if you piss me off you're gonna know. And I give excellent "Go to hell. I will kick you a$$" looks. I just stared at her and she WOULD NOT look me in the eyes. So much for being tough. pfft.  She never approached me, but a principal did. I just told him I was picking up my sister. Then I left. Yeah, Spider chick never messed with Nicole again. I guess I just look that bada$$. lol

This wasn't the only time I found myself defending my tiny sister. This next time was after I was married to my 1st husband. Tristan was a baby- maybe 3 months old. I was in Chick Fil A where Nicole worked eating with my mom. This girl, I can't remember her name, was there with a couple of guys and I could full on hear her talking trash about my sweet lil sister. Oh not she dihn't! Before I knew it I was following her out of the restaurant. "Hey! Do you have a problem with Nicole?" (What the heck was I doing? All I could think was I was now 19 and was gonna be arrested while my baby sat there in his stroller. lol) She mumbled something and I said, "I heard you talking about her. What'd she do to you?" This chick backs up and says, "F**k you." She's lucky I was a mature mom (not) and instead of hitting her like I really, really wanted to, I stepped towards her, got in her face and said, "Excuse me? Say that again." Yeah, she didn't.  She backed up and hid behind one of her guys and said, "We're gonna be late to our movie."  As much as I wanted to pound her face,  I was relieved I didn't have to go to the county jail that nite.

I don't know why I was thinking about those times. Sometimes I just really miss Nicole and I think of the funny things we went thru together. I also think it's funny I can talk so much trash, but when it comes down to it I just want everyone to get along. I don't like conflict & confrontations. I prefer people to be happy. :) But that doesn't mean I won't call you out if you mess with one of my babies or other loved one. I will mess you up. ;)