If you want people to do things for you, you have to give them respect. You can't throw a fit/have a tantrum/act like a total ass and still expect them to do things for you. It just doesn't work like that. I hate to break it to you, but...
The world does not revolve around you.
And while we're at it, let's add that you cannot always have your way. If something you have requested has been denied, OH WELL. GET OVER IT. Don't act like a baby and start whining. Don't make threats. Don't keep asking. And most importantly, don't ask why. The person potentially offering said service does not have to give you any explanation. Remember: You are coming to them for help. You need them. Not the other way around.
The reason I say this is because I went through this yesterday with my brother, David. I was sleeping when he decided to ask me to let my boyfriend take my car to take him somewhere. I said no. He threw a fit after a while and started making threats. A few hours later, here I am minding my own business, doing my French work online, studying for my midterm, when this mother fucker comes out of nowhere and starts talking shit. Talking about "Don't you get an attitude with me." Ok, first of all: Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You are not my daddy. I am older than you are. Anyway... I told him he needed to shut up and leave me the fuck alone so I could finish my work.
Then he starts talking about he's giving me a warning or something. I was like "I don't need a damn warning." What, am I supposed to be afraid or something? He put his lil' pocket knife thing in my face like I was supposed to be scared... Please. And then he put it to my leg threatening to cut me... like a cut in the leg is really gonna do something. *rolls eyes* Again I told him to shut his ass up and get out of my face so I could finish my work.
He's always coming out of nowhere trying to start shit with other people when they are doing their own thing. You could be walking back to your car with your newly bought groceries, and this mother fucker would come right up to you and start provoking you up to the point where you want to just whoop his ass. Then, he'll try to switch it around and act like a victim and threaten to kill you or some other bullshit. *rolls eyes* If he thinks he can get away with acting like that in the real world, he has another thing coming. The world will eat him alive and spit him back out with no mercy. He's gonna come up on the wrong person someday and end up getting killed. Ask me if I'll feel bad for him...
So with all that being said, he did some more things like cut up some pillows with his knife and throw their stuffing parts all over the place thinking someone was gonna clean up after him... And after all that, guess who got yelled at? Me. I get yelled at by my daddy for not taking him where he wanted to go. On my way out to leave for work, my daddy asked why I wouldn't take him. I said "Why should I? He wants to run his mouth, threaten to stab me, threaten to shoot me, and you expect me to do stuff for him? It doesn't work like that. You don't throw tantrums and go messing up stuff just because you don't get your way. I'm not putting up with him. I'm not about to cater to him and give him whatever he wants." And that was that. My dad said no more and let me leave.
So once again, folks... If you want people to do things for you, you have to give them respect. ESPECIALLY if you're dealing with me. Don't come at me talking shit and expect me to give you something or do something for you. Let's put it like this... If your car broke down in the middle of the night in a secluded area with no lights and no gas stations nor service shops for miles and you called me, I'd leave your ass out there and let you get eaten by some wild animals.
Don't fuck with me.
