It's Much Like a Competition

My ferret had a relatively violent seizure the other day. I dont even go to the doctor for my own problems but somehow she got hospitalized for a week. It was gross but, much like the robbery, I just stared at it and was sort of fascinated. Now she falls over like shes drunk all the time.
Ive been finding all these people on thefacebook.com (yet another online thing Ruth convinced me to sign up for). I was annoyed that people I didnt like in high school went to super prestigious universities.
I had a dispute type thing with some of the junior high girls at work the other day. It was over whether or not it is alright to hit someone (or threaten to hit them) if they hit or threaten you first. So heres the problem. I think they have being a strong female confused with just being mean. The whole self defense thing is only applicable until you are out of danger and then you are just being spiteful and malicious. And of course their parents are telling them to stand up for themselves but most of these girls are taking that as a license to unload their confusion and aggression onto other kids. Im a big believer in non violence. I dont know if Ive ever been in a fight...I tend to run my mouth a lot but it doesnt mean much since I wont follow through on anything. Sometimes I think that I dont stand up for myself enough and I lash out at people who are weaker than I am to compensate. But after talking to these girls I realized that its okay for me to not do anything about it at the time. Later I fantasize about slapping this girl or putting bleach in that guys water or whatever. Its more important that I learn ways to prevent the problem from escalading than getting into a situation where Im concerned about "winning" the fight. Really, if there is nothing to prove than there is no reason to fight beyond what is necessary for removing yourself from the situation. I wish that these girls would start equating power with something other than force.
On that note, Im totally going to punch that guy from Ebay who sent my book THREE WEEKS after I paid for it. And I forgot about it, so Im missing the big crazy-ferret-lady moving sale this weekend (which, by the way, Ive been waiting almost 2 months for). Balls.