Today I was trying to think of things that would be satisfying to punch because sometimes you need to punch things. While I was thinking about punching things, I thought to myself, “Sarah, you’re not really that strong. A punch would be wildly ineffective.” Let’s face it, a good punch wouldn’t even get out my aggression because the whole time I’d be thinking “THIS DOESN’T EVEN HURT THIS IMAGINARY PERSON.” Then I’d just be sad. Problem not solved.
Really I’m more of a scrappy fighter. I’m pretty quick. I’m pretty anticipatory. I’m pretty good at indiscreetly fucking people up before they even see it coming (sorry, mom. I know you hate the f-bomb). I think what I’m actually describing are my soccer skills. I’ll beat you to the ball (HA). I know what you are going to try to do before you do it and I stop you like a tiny Mack truck (HA). And all the while, you’re thinking I’m this tiny defender that you can totally school and then I take the ball from you and run off, leaving you on the ground even though you were totally trying to throw an elbow in my face (HA).
What I’m trying to say is that people always underestimate me because I clearly am not that big or loud. In fact, I’m basically the opposite. I’m small and quiet. But, it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for. In fact, I’m pretty sure my parents named me Sarah Elizabeth because it’s the plainest name ever invented and they thought, “The irony of this name for her will be incredible.” Seriously, who doesn’t love irony? (Answer: Alanis Morissette does not love irony. Needing 10,000 spoons and only having a knife is not ironic, Alanis. It just sucks. Way to teach thousands of people to incorrectly use that word).
Anyway, you’re thinking about how I’m small and plain and boring. You’re all like “Not only is she incapable of punching me, she also will never even muster up the anger to attempt it.” And I’m all like “Screw you!” And then I pull out my knife. Prison rules, bitches. Who’s sorry now? (You, in case that was unclear).
All I’m saying is don’t underestimate me.
– Sarah #2
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