I was walking behind Mr. Negativity this morning on the trail. He was talking on his cellphone and everyone within a seventy-five mile radius could hear his conversation and the colorful language he was using. If my mom had been around, she would have been jamming bars of soap down his throat. I learned about his restraining order, his car that was towed, the collection agents who have been calling, his hatred of walking, and so much more. I could easily ace a one hundred question quiz about the things that piss him off. Here are a few:
1) He’s pissed off at the owners of the laundromat because the chocolate stain on his “Got Weed?” t-shirt was actually bigger after he took it out of the washer. “That washing machine is fucked up!” he said.
2) He’s pissed off at his mom for the new mole he found while washing “his boys” in the shower at the YMCA yesterday. He blames her and insists she gave him the mole gene. “That mole is fucked up!” he said.
3) He’s pissed off at his boss for firing him after using foul language on the job. His response to his boss after being fired? “That’s really fucked up!”
I believe that these types of people attract the negative situations into their lives. So, it was no surprise when he stepped in dog crap. “That shit is fucked up!” he said. I really don’t see a future for him in public speaking.