I had a good moment last night.
I was walking home at 2am and noticed some people in a car were talking shit to me. Usually during these moments I feel scared, embarassed, or angry for any combination of reasons, but this time I really didn't give a fuck. I am crossing a street and several drunk people exclaim that I should hop in, bro, where you goin bro, we're offering you a fuckin ride here, bro. They didn't get out of their car, and I knew that they wouldn't.
I'm sorry boys, I didn't feel intimdated, I just felt superior. Now go on and get kicked out of a commerce lecture for talking, or whatever it is you folk do nowadays.
The only reason this is noteworthy was that I didn't walk away thinking "I must have appeared such a coward," or "why are there people like that in the world." It was nice to know I had the power to refuse them entry into my mind. Epictetus would be proud.
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