I feel like the more I’m closer to be 30, the less patience I have with people. Am I getting old or am I simply growing up? I always try to be a nice person and I let other people abuse me in the process, but not anymore… I’m telling it like it is and I feel good! Like yesterday with Mr. Jerko in the bus. A few days ago with my mother in law when she tried to criticize me because I gave one of my Subway cards (for a free sandwich) to a friend; it’s my freaking money, I said, not hers! Then today at the library when the lady at the desk was talking like a damn parrot and I told her to shut the fuck up, that there were several people trying to study.

OK, I probably didn’t use the words “freaking”, “fuck” and such, but I thought about them… I just controlled myself because violence doesn’t take me anywhere. Soon enough I will be able to tell people to stop calling me or sending me messages ONLY when they need a favor, especially if they never contact me to say hello. Friends in Colombia thinking that just because I live in Canada I know all the answers to the questions of the world, or that I’m able to help them immigrate. Friends in Montreal who only call once in a while to ask stupid questions, but not a little “How are you?”. Ugh… Annoying!

Oh yes, I’m not that nice anymore. Is that a good thing? Maybe it’s just the PMS, but I’m not taking crap from anyone these days. Sure, I can be nice, but I’m also capable of expressing myself when I don’t like something.