Warning Shot | Jai Piccone

I’ve been listening to this song on repeat all day. And I can’t tell if it’s a good thing.

Because I think it’s getting me riled up.

Last week I felt like I was being pushed in every corner. I felt like I was hitting every wall. I felt like I was communicating in a vacuum. And on Friday, it came to a head - when after leaving my little corner booth to take a walk to feel the sun, I came back to two guys who had moved my thing to sit there.

“Oh is this your stuff?”

“Yep”

“I guess we kinda commandeered your spot. Sorry.”

I was chill. And I had them give me my things. But inside I was boiling. And it stayed with me. And I couldn’t help myself from finding reasons to walk by them throughout the day.

My friend Aaren says we all have an inner gangster inside of us that we unleash from time to time. She told me mine was Beatrix "The Bride" Kiddo. I wanted to tell her she was wrong. But she wasn’t. She knows me. And she’s heard stories.

For the most part, I’m chill. I don’t get pissed that easily. I let things go. But when someone does something that really devalues me, something sparks.

I don’t explode. But it ignites something in me. Something that slowly burns. Something that lingers. Something that makes me wait to react. Something that makes we wait for the right moment. Or the right place. Something that is making me sit at this corner booth today.

I’ve been listening to this song on repeat all day. And I can’t tell if it’s a good thing.

Because I think it’s getting me riled up.