Some creepy dude who eats lunch with us in my teachers room is in band with me (I am in colorguard, he’s in sax) totally just lost the little bit of respect I had for him.
I was like ‘yeah I’m trying out for colorguard section leader. I hope to connect the colorguard more with the band, because we are a huge part of it.’ and he, almost IMMEDIATELY, said
“Colorguard isn’t a part of the band, they’re just there so they have something to do the first half of the season. They’re just decorations.”
THAT GRINDED MY GEARS A LIL BIT, so I said
“Look, we are as much a part of band as your section is. Just because we don’t toot horns doesn’t mean we don’t contribute. We add effect to a show, we accent the music and showcase the talent of a band.”
AND, THAT MOTHERFUCK,
“anyone can wave a flag around. I create actual art, actual music.”
I SNAPPED
“Listen here, you huge asshole. I don’t judge you for choosing an instrument that sounds like a cow prolapsing (intestines come out from vag) so don’t judge me for choosing to 'wave a flag around’ or next season, I’ll "accidentally” hit you so hard with a flag, your reed will stick out the back of your neck.“
THAT SHUTS HIM UP
then, a few minutes later,
"Hey, I want to apologize-”
“I don’t care.”
“I want to say it was rude of me-”
“I don’t give a shit. You wanna talk to someone who cares? Well, you won’t find someone like that here.”
DO NOT let someone tell you that your passion isn’t worthwhile or unimportant. I refuse to accept his apology. He can suck me ass
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