Misery And Company...How some people are in love with being nasty.

As I drove home today, I really didn't know what I was going to write about at all.I was going to have my egg and cheese sandwich, after working out at the gym and let my mind unfold. When I pulled onto my street, I could see the pounding ocean, and some pretty decent waves splashing up on the shore. The sight and sound was beautiful. I could feel the rhythm in my chest, and I knew I had to get my camera and take some pictures. I walked to a particular area where I could photograph some of the waves, and Gulls that fly around waiting for me to give them some more old bread. The view and sound was wonderful, and made me feel alive. I was almost done, when an unexpected air horn can went off in my ear. If I hadn't made a pit stop earlier, there would have been a messy problem as I jumped 3 feet in the air, yelling some profanity that I choose not to write here. I turned to see a woman with some nasty look on her face holding the can ready to blow it at me again. With the nastiest voice I've ever heard at that time of the morning she said, "What are you doin'?" As my camera was in my hand facing the ocean, it seemed pretty (*expletive*) obvious what I was doing, but I decided to relay the obvious to the oblivious. Still shaken up from the air horn, I said, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking pictures of the ocean(Angrily). She then says, "Get off my property!" Just as nasty as could be said. I realized I was standing on some cement block that was attached to her piece of crap apartment deck, so I bit my tongue, because I was very close to getting into an argument. I walked away more pissed that she had ruined the wonderful alive feeling that I had seconds ago more than anything else. This woman has been a royal pain in the ass to quite a few folks around here for various reasons, and I got a dose this morning.She has been the centerpiece of altercations within the past 6 months, and I can see why.
First of all, that was completely unnecessary. She could have asked me to leave in a nice fashion if she was uncomfortable with me there, and I would have with no problem, but this puts into focus my topic.

Some folks for whatever reason are just God awful nasty. I try to see where people are coming from sometimes, and wonder what events in their lives made them the way they are, but some folks just seem to not only want to be nasty, they enjoy it, and thrive on it. That woman has called the Police on folks many times for just plain old B.S. Who has an air horn handy unless you are looking for trouble? I didn't get into it with her because that's what she wanted...For me to be a part of her misery, which is a twisted form of enjoyment for her, would have made her day, and some individuals are like that.I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction. Some people want to suck you in, and ruin your outlook, and good vibe, because whatever miserable existence they have, they can't handle someone having something better. I could tell that she wasn't just having a bad day...This is her M.O.
It's too late for folks like that, and there is nothing you can do for them except walk away. or else they will drag you under, and make you  dance around on their level. Was I pissed? Absolutely, but the more I think about it, I feel totally sad for this woman and her lack of wanting to interact with people in a positive fashion. She's missing so much enjoyment and laughter from dealing with folks on a friendly level, and she will probably die pissed off.
The most I can do is pat myself on the back for my restraint, because if anyone has ever had a canned air horn go off in your ear, especially at that time of the morning, you know that it could make you very unhappy..So for as many positive people there are walking around, there are the miserable bastards that cause all of the issues. it's like that old 80/20 theory. 20% of the people are 80% of the problems. I want to hang out with the good 80% and try to reduce that other number. Which group are you in?