I’m not going to admit to being a negative person, because I’m not, but ever since declaring my journey of positive reflection, the negativity has grown like a cancer. Its like, when you are faced with the opportunity to maintain a positive outlook on a situation, you want to just knock the shyt out of people.
Last week in Zumba, I was so proud of my progress at shaking my azz that I decided to migrate to the front of the class closest to the mirror and the instructor. I had my cute little azz-shaking skirt on and everything. I knew the routines and knew I was about to kill it. Well, this ol stank azz hoe came and stood right next me. There was absolutely no more room for her to come to the front; however, she squeezed her no-azz-at-all azz right by me. Of course since I am trying to be nice and positive about everything, I smiled and said hello. But in the back of my mind, I was like, “bytch I will fck you up.” And yall, even when I was nice to the block-shaped h0e, she ignored me like I had taken her assigned spot. She really thought I was about to move; well unfortunately, I haven’t gotten too deep into my positivity journey that I would have moved my recently-fine-azz for this ol rank h0e. So I stayed and shook my azz so hard and made her see the contrast between me, someone who belongs in the front, and her, someone with no azz to shake and no personality for Zumba.
As I wrote this blog, I recognized that the entire situation was petty as fck and I need to be ashamed of myself. LMAO!