A Thank You and A Story

I wanted to write a quick post to say thank you to everyone who posted a comment or emailed me concerning Anonymous. (If you missed what happened read this, then know that some rude woman gave me crap for it, thinking I'd done it to punish Jeremy-which it totally wasn't a punishment, then read this.) Y'all are great friends and since some of you were worried that my feelings might have been hurt from her comments, I'd like to let you know that I'm fine. I mostly found her amusing. Rude, but amusing.

The last couple days I've been thinking about my personal attitude toward people who are rude. I've always thought of myself as someone who just took the rudeness and fumed quietly. I've recently realized that I'm not. Nor have I ever been. If it's someone I care about, like friend I think I might be more likely to just let it slide, but even then I can't say that with certainty. I really do think I am most likely to react with a bite.

The first time I can think of when someone was point blank rude to me was in sixth grade. Again, I thought the situation was funny and I wasn't actually offended at all. The "popular athletic" girl in my class (Shelley) and the "wanna be popular" girl in my class (Vanessa) were talking during recess. They were sitting on the desks inside our classroom portable while another girl, sweet, kind, never missed a day of school in her life Lindsay sat and watched.

I was sitting in the doorway reading Nancy Drew.

Vanessa was trying to ascertain who she should like so she could be as popular as Shelley and was listing a few people in our class to see if Shelley liked them or not. With each name Shelley had either given a "yes" or "I guess so" answer.

Then Vanessa looked at Lindsay and asked, "What about Lindsay?" Shelley looked at Lindsay. She sized her up and finally declared, "I guess so. Who doesn't like Lindsay?" And she was right. No one dared not like Lindsay. She'd cry. And she was so little and nice to everyone.

Then Vanessa spotted me.

The loner bookworm who didn't ever talk.

"Do you like Kellie?"

Shelley looked right at me, "No. I don't like Kellie."

It looked like Lindsay was going to cry. She looked at me and asked me with tears in her eyes, "Kellie, are you ok?"

I just laughed and said, "Yeah. I don't like Shelley, either," and then I went back to my book.

I was honestly ok. And I honestly hadn't liked Shelley. I'd always thought she and Vanessa were full of themselves and I didn't care for them. Vanessa looked a little shocked. I didn't bother to check out Shelley's reaction, I wanted to get back to my book.


I think I've always been like this. Rude people bug me if they are rude to others but humor me if they are rude to me. So I just bite back and let them know what I think of them.

So no worried Anonymous. You're far enough away that you don't have to worry about me biting you for reals. I broke your World's Best Mom mug though. Sorry.

Yes, I'm a Biter.

So some other people wanted to know what was with the biting thing in my random things about me tag.

When I was at Ricks College (remember, it's Ricks, not BYU-I) during my second year I had two great roomies named Tonya and Hillary. Hillary was crazy like me in a lot of ways and Tonya was more crazy than me in many more ways. Our taste in music was pretty similar and I actually went to see RENT in Salt Lake with Tonya (we ate Captain Crunch cereal and listened to the soundtrack the entire drive from Rexburg to SLC). One day we heard that the Violent Femmes were going to be playing in Jackson Hole, Wyoming and the three of us thought it would be really fun to go.

Tonya and I were among the first to show up to the concert. It was a small concert, pretty private as it was held in a conference room at a hotel or something like that. Tonya and I got as close to the stage as possible and right in the middle. Hillary was driving with a couple of her high school friends to the concert and we hadn't seen her yet. They ended up being late because one of the had to work. During the concert I kept looking back to try to find them. Once I did, I kind of stepped back and waved to get their attention, inviting them up with Tonya and me. As I did so, a skinny college kid tried to take my place. I hadn't really left it, my right foot hadn't moved, and I didn't want to be separated from my roommates.

I tried to wedge myself back in my spot, but the guy didn't want to give up what he believed he had rightfully taken. He was jumping up and down, drunk or nearly there, and holding a platic cup which was quickly losing its contents due to his sporadic movements. Over the music I yelled something like, "Excuse me, I was here and this is my roommate, please move over." He said something like, "Heck no, " and spilled a little of his beer on me. Gross. Just gross.

So I said, "Move!" and kind of shoved him away. He decided to push me back and got more of his nasty fermented crap on me. At this I warned him I would bite him if he didn't move.

[I don't know why I said I'd do it. I'd only ever bitten my brother and that was when we were kids and he kept changing the channel on the TV! Dang him! I wanted to watch Punky Brewster! Not Transformers.]


He was standing (jumping) between me and my roommates and I was getting really mad. He laughed at me and said, "Yeah, right." So what did I do? I took his shoulder in my hands and bit him. Boy, don't tell me I can't do something cause I'll shove it right down your throat.

So by this point a big black Bouncer came over to us. He'd seen what was happening and the kid told the Bouncer I'd bitten him. Expecting the Bouncer to throw me out, he was quite surprised when the Bouncer said, "You're lucky that's all she did, now get out!" The kid stood rooted to the floor for the first time that night. "What?" "You heard me, get out." "No." "Then I'm gonna take you out." And out they went. I'm so cool.

Janeen, I can't believe we never told you and Camie that story. Weird.