I’m an argumentative son of a bitch.
I know, I know, SHOCKING announcement! That’s the sort of Earth shattering statement that will bring the Blogging Challenge to it’s knees and…shatter…the Earth.
Ahem.
I enjoy a good debate or argument or discussion that I’ll generally turn argumentative just by being me. It’s one of the two ‘modes’ that I seem to have, the other being ‘Chill in the back ground and pop up to mock something or someone, then relax again’. You’d think that the two would be mutually exclusive, right? Apparently not.
Over the weekend, I was having a discussion with Shaun in Google+ about freedom vs. protection. After stepping away for a bit to go do other things, I just read through it again and realized for the thousandth time that I REALLY come off as pretty heated whenever I get in to one of these debates. Just a little heated…

By the way, that’s a portrait of the time I tried to have a discussion with the British about the stupidity of their royal family. They don’t seem to be listening…
So yeah, consider this a public service announcement. If you’re having a discussion with me and I seem to be getting a little too aggressive or what not, it’s 99% likely that I’m not actually pissed off at you or angry. I’m just an aggressive bastard with all the manners of a rabid pitbull. Feel free to point out that I’m kind of being a dick, though (I may not listen).
Why am I like that? I honestly don’t know. I’ve always been someone who likes to drive a point home like I’m trying to stab it through a person’s sternum. And if you think about it, impaling someone upon your opinion really does make it pretty difficult to ignore. And I’ve always been one that ‘burns hot’, so to speak. The overall temper has cooled after many, MANY years of actively working on not flying off the handle. Maybe this is another area that is in need of a bit of self improvement, but to be honest I kind of like being a bit of a bulldog. And I’m also unbelievably stubborn, so…yeah. This is me.
Oh, and I may as well point out the signs of me actually being angry…

You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.





