Did you really just do that?

On my way to work this morning, I got a bit caught up in Clifton/Walnut Hills. I am not familiar with technical terms but a combination of the following adjectives will do: rough, shady, and ghetto. As I've mentioned before, it would healthier for me to have more fear...

Sidewalk Man: Hey! White girl. (x 17)

Whitney: Look, I'm not having a great morning, so if you wouldn't mind- please leave me alone.

SM: Oh, I gotcha. I'll respect that. Well, what's wrong?

We have a few moments normal conversation. Then on a completely unrelated note he says,

SM: Just so you know, I'm a rockstar. I do every kind of drug there is, it's what I do. You kinda look like a hippie that would  fu "mess" around with that sh "stuff". baby, whatcha want?

W: No way. No thanks. I got stuff to take care of- and by the looks of things you shouldn't being doing any of that either.

SM: Well how's about I get your number. Imma get me a job and fill my pockets and come and take care of you.

W: I actually don't need taking care of, thanks. I am just fine on my own.

SM: yous a bit "not nice woman" and proceeds to give me the finger

W: Excuse me? Did you really just do that? You can either apologize for this blatant disrespect or keep it moving."

SM: Well fu "screw" this. They gotta teach you white girls to like black men.

Black men, eh? Black men, white men, too tan/ fake bronzer orange men- whomever can be easy to like. It's the drugged up alcoholic men that can be a challenge. 

I honestly was a little surprised at myself for this spat as I am usually not confrontational. Confrontation is typically an artistic skill reserved for my balls of steel friend ('no nonsense friend' named in earlier post). After some reflection, I decided that I generally shy away from confrontation regarding feelings/ emotions/ personal opinions and jump head first into it when I have concrete facts to back up my argument*. This self analysis concludes that this morning's situation was in fact out of character for me but he had really ticked me off and I couldn't hold back.

That's all that's on my mind for now. Don't do drugs, kids. But if you must, keep conversation at a minimum- you're less likely to make an ass fool out of yourself.

*With the exception of familial arguments where I never hesitate to ignorantly run my mouth... a strange phenomenon that affects most people.