As I grew older I learned to temper my “temper” and so some of the people who knew me only recently might swear that I could possibly be one of the few really amiable persons they have ever met. This is supported by the fact that I do tend to smile an awful lot (as they say, it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown, etc.) and as a staunch believer in fairness, I try to treat everyone with equal respect and dignity— from waitpersons, sales clerks, janitors, office staff, to bosses. I may put up with boorish behavior for awhile because I was raised to be polite and to often make allowances and excuses for weaknesses in character (I can almost hear my good-hearted mother lecturing me on being more forgiving, kinder, and less mean of spirit), but honestly, I only put up with so much.
The truth, and many people may not know this until too late, is that I am very strict. This is a trait that is unique to me in my immediate family because I have not really seen others exhibit it to the extent that I am sometimes capable of exhibiting it. This strictness stems from my always trying to do what is right—ALWAYS. It is both boon and bane, both my virtue and my curse. So, although I can be very impulsive by nature, I am also very dependable: given a choice between letting things slide indefinitely just for the sake of keeping peace and confronting wrongdoing to the point that it gets ugly, you can depend on me to do the right thing even if it gets f*cking hideous.
So, let this serve as a caveat to people who may mistake me as docile. I may look harmless, but beware: I am a person VERY capable of raising HELL.
