We almost got killed yesterday.
My husband and I along with our driver were heading home after a meeting in Intramuros on a very pretty Monday morning... it was around 11 o'clock, and we were nearing an intersection in one of the inner roads of our village. The speed limit is 40 kph on these roads, to take care that no one hits anyone else.
As we near the intersection, on our right, there was a sedan making a left, the driving going like a bat out of hell. The sedan would have hit us head on, had it not been for our driver's quick reflexes, for which we shall always be grateful. The oncoming car then slowed, enough for us to see that it was a Korean lady driver who gave us that evil eye, as if to say "what the fuck were you doing???" Let me state this one more time... she was making a fucking left turn... she didn't fucking slow down (heck she didn't drive slow) as she was preparing to make a turn... didn't fucking turn on her signals... nothing. She came into the road like some sort of speed demon, without any consideration for oncoming traffic. Fucking stupid cunt. Needless to say the three of us were angry, with me spewing the most invectives of all. I wanted to turn the car right around and ram hers from behind, without a care to the damage that ours would cause. I wanted to pull her hair. I wanted to make her bleed. I wanted to kill her.
Fucking cunt. That's all I could think about. Dead fucking cunt... I liked that thought better.
Thankfully I had my temper in check... spewing lava in the car does have its good side... I don't then take it out on my loved ones. I was going to see my daughter in only seconds following that near accident, so I needed to calm down, and be ready to care for her.
I completely forgot for a few moments that I dated a Korean man, and remembered that his upbringing was such that he turned out to be a good guy. We didn't click in the end, but still. He was quite a lovely man, and his wife -- another Korean friend of mine that I worked with -- was herself a lovely and bright spark too. That one incident immediately colored my perception of all peoples from that country with black.
Fast forward to this evening... I sat in the meat locker known as Meralco, watching a show about how prejudice can destroy the lives of good people, how a few can color the world black for someone else.
Yes, I know that prejudice is wrong... yes, I know that it can be easy to judge a whole entire race based on one person's actions... I know, I know, I already know. And seeing West Side Story didn't make me know any more.
But I still want to kill her. Just her. Not all Korean people... just her. In case you don't know, I'm really good with a gun.
I'm calming down... and of course I'm not going to make trouble for anyone. At the end of the day, it isn't worth the effort or the thought.
But... she's still a stupid fucking cunt.