I've crossed the boundary from the legally accepted amount of assertiveness to out-and-out aggression. I'm not going to excuse myself or apologize for it because I'm perfectly justified in adopting my current approach towards life. I honestly believe I've been treated unfairly my whole life, until now. I've let it happen to me by being too nice. I always felt guilty for doing things that even remotely began to resemble not-being-nice. That's it.
Once upon a time, I was polite, kind and gentle. I was the door mat that you cleaned the soles of your shoes on, without even looking down. I took it all with a smile on my face. But all I got in return was more dirt to deal with. Now, I'm the one with the shoes on. If you don't like being stepped on, then get out of my way. If you don't know what happened to me to make me like this, go look in a mirror. If you don't want to get bitten, then run. It's me all right. But now, it's my turn. This old cat, well, he played to win. And he didn't play nice either. Grrrr!