This past wknd, at a joint pg in the greater Nashville area (home turf), some Northwestern kid had the audacity to hit me w “excuse me buddy” as he was maneuvering past me. He scoots past as I knee jerk respond “did this dude just call me buddy” (loud enough for the room to hear) while pointing at him (sideways thumb) and staring into his soul… he pretends not to hear and I go about my chats (who was most significant person in human history was the debate for that half hour period… JC & Genghis naturally rose to the top), semi satisfied because at least I called him out and felt the fear seep through his brownish yellow skin as I let him know he has no business using that word. 10 mins later and buddy comes up to me “hey man sorry for calling you buddy I actually didn’t mean to”…
BRO, I would’ve respected you sm more if you didn’t just apologize to me like a 10th grade girl. before the apology I thought u had some semblance of a cool confident cat now ur just another beta bitch bruv. Reminder that if you’re gonna call someone buddy, then you need to do so from a legitimate position of superiority and feel no remorse after doing so. His lack of superiority (one might argue clear cut inferiority) naturally caused him to feel the urge to bow down shortly after, as he became overwhelmed by the volatile energy amidst the away game tailgate. He started rambling about his neuroscience career path and I quickly made the conversation about myself,
spewing him the tip of the iceberg of some T&T ideas… he loved them, but then again who doesn’t??
#IndianAmerican
#PreMedFromAMileAway
#NotABadDudeButIwouldFeelNoRemorseMaulingHimInTheHungerGames
#BuddyBuddyBuddy
#WhenYouComeAtTheKingYouBestNotMiss
#CallMeKeyserSoze