“Fuck-It mo·ment“: ( /fək-it·ˈmōmənt/ ) noun
“A state of temporary existence one enters when the asshole who’s cuntiness has been steadily eroding your soul, finally says or does that one asinine thing that causes the last strands of restraint tethering your mind to your sanity to snap, sending what’s left of your self-control free-falling into the abyss of God-knows-what-the-fuck-I’m-about-to-do-right-now. And you could care less who sees or hears what’s about to go down. All you know is: everybody, friend or foe, should get the fuck out your way!”
Thankfully, my efforts to kick the door down prove futile, otherwise I’d be typing this from inside a deportation center. I do I have a newfound appreciation of the term “temporary insanity”, but I imagine a brown boy with a thick Caribbean accent – on a B1/B2 Visa to boot – would find no sympathy among Beaufort PD’s finest after physically assaulting a white man. Not in Trump’s America.
The day after the incident, a prorated salary deposit hit my account, confirming my expectations. Not my first sacking, but this time there wasn’t the accompanying anxiety that prompted the hasty reckoning of assets and budget readjustments. No worrying about bills or what I’d do with myself come 8:00AM. There was no rush to update my resume or call in favors from my contacts in the industry. I was more than anything relieved.
I tried half heartedly to quit every fucking day for about six months, but the very healthy six figure salary (in $TT) kept making me a bitch. Getting a $500/month raise on July didn’t make things easier
met didn’t occur to me right away, but I was on the verge of another albeit different, but equally impactful “Fuck-it Moment”. I picked an airport basd on cheapest one way ticket I could find at the time (Managua), and packed everthing I figured I loved into a 75L backpack, and ran toward my destiny.
As the plane was taxiing on its final approach to take-off I quickly scanned my phone for any new messages before I lost my connectivity for a while. There was one from a mutual friend of mine and the guy that fired me how he himself had gotten fired a week after he fired me. Fuck Him I thought with a slight smile as I put my phone in airplane mode
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