I don't know how to be an asshole

I'm learning to be mean.
Strategically, of course. In the name of the game.
Rude, that could be a better word for it.

Polite doesn't win the game in hockey. Even a Canadian will tell you that.

"I know you can skate," my captain says. "I've seen the clips of your spins and your jumps. But when you catch up to the player with the puck, you stop. Don't stop."
I don't know how to tell her how hard it is to be an asshole, so I lie and say I'm afraid of running into them.

Just say it, Anna.

"I don't know how to be an asshole."

I practice. At home. I play MarioKart battles on my phone with people from all over the world. Nobody knows who I am when I chase them down and peg them with shells and blast them with bob-ombs and run them over with a mushroom boost. None of them point at me and call me a meanie and tell the teacher.

Silly, I know.
But I have to start somewhere.

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This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Don't be an asshole. Give it a try.

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