Well, bronchitis-wise, anyhow. But superly crazed busy? Fo sho! It's been so long since my last post I'm doing an easy pic-filled one to appease for now--for things can only get crazier in the coming couple weeks! I am happy to report my bruised chest that lasted weeks post-bronchitis coughing has now healed. My heart is ready for the picking once again. Please, Flu, stay away!!
Follow-up of last entry.
Remember the Kinko guy? Well, his friend coworker called a few days later. In quick, short manner he asked to confirm all went well with my recent order and wonder how the service was. At first I was taken aback impressed--Kinko policy now requires follow-up of ALL orders, minor as they may be?! I voiced this to Kinko boy..and impressed quickly turned to annoyed, mirroring his own. Customer Service Rule #42: Never admit to your customers you deem what you do as "ridiculous"--you make it painfully obvious to your client that you are wasting both your time AND theirs [my!]. People are silly. :P ==~== Speaking of silly and not-so-sane, you may be wondering what I occupied myself with in all those times quarantined..when my drugs wouldn't knock me out from the hacking coughs long enough to Well, I'll show you. Self-pictures. Pitiful, I know. But one can only watch so much TV or dilly-dally on the computer so long, especially with red eyes that sting something fierce & therefore have trouble focusing clearly on any given thing. You now get to partake of a couple of many of my sickkk *insert preferred definition of this word as desired* outfits..outfits that some may claim are not far off from what I would wear out and about on any given day. Well, here goes...feel free to note dark bags under eyes. Don't let the many-colored outfits distract you too much!! Okay, so maybe you don't like it--too many colors, many would say. But hey! Look at what I match. So obviously I'm not SO off-base on color combos, tyvm! :)
Most find me very far from what you'd label "gangster"..or should I say "gangsta"? But hey, I was called G by some guy just the other day..more than once! What do YOU think?? Um, yeahhhh..I didn't think so, either.
In case you didn't notice, I LOVE long socks. Knee highs..or higher! Note elf socks in current default. I even wear them under jeans or long pants that cover them mostly up. Recently, I've gotten comments on wearing some at work with a skirt..but hey, can't please everyone! What can I say? I'm an eclectic mix, in multiple senses. ~~=~~ So, in closing, I was incredibly excited to be finally getting my blood test.CARBS, hello.It's been too long, my friend. I went 3 weeks without any carbs whatsoever after 2 whole months on the whole grain carbs and no sweets diet, per doctor's orders to cut the carbs I love oh-so-dearly. It was worth it--from double healthy level triglycerides to normal in ~2 months!
But, ew. The phlebotomist put a piece of tape on my freshly opened vein previously stuck on the arm of the chair where EVERYONE puts their arms. I felt..dirty. Seriously so. Not to mention losing I have this thing..called inability to rip the band-aid off. In actuality AND life, it seems. I slowly pick and pry and prod. When supposedly, one quick pull is best and a single pain is all you get. A single, SHARP pain! I'm still not convinced it's less painful to rip versus prod off. So I do it my way. I suppose I should parallel it to wishing for a slow, painful death OR a quick, cleancut one..but somehow, I don't think that [logical] way. Until then, I remain your nonsensical friend with the half-numb arm. (LOoK how tightly she wound it! These indentation babies remained with me for quite a few hours!) :P
Disclaimer: Writer is under heavy influence of a medley of 3 drugs, the majority of which are prescription strength. This may or may not be related to any nonsensical, random, longwinded or loopy ramblings to follow. You'll never know for sure! Ha Ha Ha!Some content may also be graphic in nature, for the faint of heart. You've been forewarned. No complaints now if you are to continue with me...
I'm a strong believer in positivity. There are positive sides to every situation, regardless of how sad or distraught-worthy the given sitch is. There is also, however, a point at which this is taken too far. Something called "delusional." In other words, there are lines crossed at which time you can believe too much in the positive side of something. Powers I may possess, but they do not include invincibility. So I'm discovering. Take, for timely example, immunity powers. Two weeks straight spent with my beloved friends. Beloved, SICK friends. A little hesitation at first but after a few exposures, watching more and more get sick while I remained at worst with the smallest hint of a sore throat, I "delusionally" decided I was immune. And then, I took it [another] level too far. I started boasting, reprimanding amongst these poor sickies. I told them, "You see, if you just had enough will POWER, combined with the many vitamins I take that yall constantly ridicule me for, go to the gym and sweat it out--like I DO--you all wouldn't be sick either." Therein lies my downfall, no doubt. I am not above anything. Including sick.
Sadly, yes, I am coming to terms lately with the fact that I am not, in fact, a superwoman. I cannot feed out aid to others nonstop, work overtime, spend quality time with loved ones and continue to function properly when running on the fumes of too little rest. So am I discovering. Naturally, the hard way. However, I can nonetheless still claim that I am...
...SUPER GAL!! DEFENDER OF ALL THINGS GOOD! 12cents. (Or so the shirt claims).
*And yes, I hate self-taken pics with camera visible, too. But I made an exception in this case for I did not want to get anyone else sick. And let's just consider the camera "a light"..Light of Truth. Light of POWER! **Also note bruise on extended forearm to your right. Blurry, but it's there. For fighting for good does not always come without consequences that scar. With great power comes great responsibility. SO TRUE.
But I've learned many things through this current sickness I am now in the midst of. Which, coincidentally, turns out to be bronchitis and the like, as suspected. NOT the overly hyped swine flu, tyvm. "Well, you're all kinds of inflammed, my dear. said the doctor, ever so kindly. "Ears, nose, throat...wow." Yes, thank you for pointing out what I've felt firsthand since Wednesday! Really, I'm so experienced in all these illnesses by now, I can self-diagnose. I felt it in my chest. Literally. *COUGH, COUGH, HACK HACK HACK* Just give me a prescription pad of my own so I don't have to wait for appointment openings days later when I'm already headed towards the mend. And suffering with the minimal aid of OTC weak stuff. Which I stubbornly waited days of "will powering/gyming it out" to even consume in the first place.
So, the lessons. Yes, I remember..now. Here we go: ~Never before realized quite the large quantities of saliva one produces even within mere minutes. Until I lost the ability to swallow. Knife stabs, my friends. I went days without any more liquids than half a cup of soup and a couple bottles of water the pain was so deep. Not beneficial. And researching throat numbing sprays online mainly led to undesired descriptions of sprays to prevent gag reflex & transform your sensual experiences in the bedroom with your man. Really, I'm not in the mood. As in ever. I think?
~My supervisor thinks I'm melodramatic. Her words, and I quote: "at least this illness has not touched your sense of humor (or flair for the dramatic)." *GASP* I can't breathe..hyperventilating here!!!
~I decided thedrug manufacturers are decidedly evil. No doubts remain. For all other reasons, I know this now. They should have separate packaging for those who do and do not have children. But they don't. In my weakened state, how am I supposed to open those childproof bottles or get those pills out of their vault-worthy packaging?! I'm not superwoman!! We just established that! Much to my chagrin. Seriously, I spend minutes sometimes trying to open these things without flying them all across, well, everywhere. Trust me, been there done that.
~God is forcing me to rest. Again, I learn the hard way..until I really learn. How else could I get bronchitis in a tropical climate not even chilly yet deep into fall?! So I've had this lesson many times now and similar bouts in majorly larger fashion, no less. Instead of basking in vacation time off at some foreign, exotic land...I'm in bed misery coughing up bloody mucus, if anything at all. When will I learn, really learn???
Now that I've disgusted a fairly good portion of my audience, I move on to the stories of other natures, but still relating somehow. Don't worry. The following 3 stories occurred today back-to-back in short order. Delusions and mis-conclusions should be clearly evident throughout them all. And understandable, considering all circumstances involved.
First, THE DRUG PICK-UP. OF COURSE I just HAD to have one of my uncontrollable coughing bouts at the most inopportune moment. Naturally NOT when I was with the doctor to score me stronger drugs. Nope. And this baby was the worst yet, in fact. In the middle of giving my personal info to Pharmacist Mark, I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my prescription card at his face and ran away, originally to the water fountain to moisten my screaming throat, but fighting the urge thinking how disgusted nearby bystanders already giving me frightened gawks would be that someone with unknown ailment might share their common water. I instead dry heaved in the bathroom. At this point tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. No, not because I'm weak & melodramatic--from the vast amount of hacking coughs. Natural non-emotional response, TY.
Then I made the mistake of scaring myself too. With my own reflection in the mirror. Face all flushed red and watery and junk. Ick. What a mess. Composing myself to semi-decent status with razor sharp paper towels, I exited amidst more coughs and again looked again wistfully at the water fountains. Agony, twofold. More hacking coughs consumed me. I bent over in despair, hands on face, eyes again wet. A man paused by my side, beginning "Are you alrig--" then eyes widened in horror as another cough overtook me. "I'm fine, tha--" was the start of my reply, but alas, he was already walking away at quick rate. Stupid swine flu hype. OINK OINK, people. Really.
Pharmacist Mark: Sooo..it turns out your prescriptions are kinda pricey today. Me: Hesitantly. Okay... Delusional mind runs wild. $50? $100?!! CRINGEEE. PM: Yes, $25. Me: Processing...*Those who know me know I tend to have delayed reactions. Like laughing at your jokes, making it appear fake--but in reality it make it all the more genuine! I process before I laugh, tyvm. Slowly. PM: Actually, $9. Me: Disbelief. No. Really?! Because I was thinking $25 wasn't that expensive... PM: Well, yea. Just $9. Really. Me: Reality finally sinks in. That's not right, messing with a sick person's mind! PM: Evil grin. Heh. Me: Well, I suppose it's payback. I often enjoy playing with people's minds myself... PM: Why would you do that?! Me: Because it's fun. PM: Exactly.
PM: Ohh, but this extra OTC one takes you all the way to $19.98 now... Me: Ha, and that was the one on sale, too. It's fine. PM: Sorryyyy. Me: Okay. Is there something about me that particularly screams "desperate," "needy" or the like?? [Don't answer!] Poor college student, perhaps? Gasp. Is it my...sick getup?!
One of my many sick getup outfits this week. And by "sick," I mean G! Joking. Relax! :)
Me: Casually. So you take AmEx, right? PM: Of course. Me: That's what I thought. PM: Actually, no, in all seriousness. We really don't. Me: REALLY?! :( PM: Nope. Visa, Mastercard, Discover. Me: It's Wal-mart! Don't they take EVERYTHING??! PM: Shakes head. Sorry. Me: This is almost more upsetting than doubling my bill with 1/3 of the total amount of items. Man, okay fine. I'll use my Visa. PM: Hah. We take it. Me: Calmly. Ohh, you got me again. !!! DANG IT! Duped twice by a male in one conversation, I MUST be sick!Kicks self repeatedly in head. Wait, you really do take it? He will NOT trick me 3x! PM: ...Yes. Really. :) Me: Sigh.
PM: Handing over my desparately-needed drugs. I hope you DON'T get better. Me: Thanks. Mark. I love using their names & making them jump. They always forget they have nametags on. From one evil mastermind to another...RESPECT.
That's it. I'm going to Wal-mart for all my prescriptions from now on! The Asian in me loves the incredibly, insanely cheaper rates factor. And maybe, just maybe, I'll have another verbal sparring with this PM character. Third time is NOT a charm this round, my man! And maybe, just maybe, I've met my match in him. HA!
==~== SECOND, COPY THIS.Had to go back there 3x, too..!!! FedEx-Kinkos Jonathan: Attempting to make conversation. Ohh, so you went on a mission trip? Me: Yes. And you read my letter you were only supposed to copy, you stalker!*Again, delusional. FKJ: Ohh, nice. That's good. My dad's a pastor. I've grown up in church all my life... Me: Unimpressed. How many times now have guys gone instant super religious once they discover my own faith? Have you ever been on a missions trip before, then? FKJ: Um, no. Not yet..? BUT. I know I'm called to be a pastor one day. Me: Wow, that's really great. Then you should start now. Mission trips are life changing. Really. No joke. FKJ: Okay..I will. Pray about it. Heh. There's lots of opportunities at my church all the time... Me: Getting nervous, eh? Let's bring it up a notch! So, let's talk discounts. Joking of course. I had a discount card! I'm Asian, should come as no surprise. And convo with this little 19 year old is too unentertaining and drawn-out awkward to type out for everyone's eyes. Let's just say, I think I made an impact?
==~== THIRD, EATS AT ALL COSTS. The China Wok boy barely merits mention (and yes, per the name it was disgusting takeout Chinese as you might've guessed, but I hadn't eaten in 20 hours and everything tastes like crap currently anyhow), but basically he literally came bounding up to the front at fast rate to where I stood then just stood there himself awkwardly, grinning wildly. "Hello!" This time, I was scared. And not from my own doing. My eyes must've widened briefly (I'm not the best at masking feelings, as some of you readily know by now). So yes. Not to judge, but this boy merits competition in Caka's infamous Boy/Girl Challenges. Longish, tousled hair and I'm pretty positive he had on eyeliner if not mascara to boot. From his duties slaving away in the steamy hot kitchen, his entire face (and eyeliner) was utterly melted. Honestly, I felt for him. Poor guy. So I mustered a smile. Turns out he wasn't even the one supposed to take my order anyhow..so he eventually retreated back...
I thought I was the sick one, you sickos! Preying on an obviously poor, delusional sick girl! Hmph. Now. One of these 3 scored my digits. I highly, very, extremely rarely give my number to any random guy just met. Like basically never, pretty much. Ask anyone. So, can you spot whi-- Oh my, I just realized in writing this--two of them had full access to all my contact info, come to think of it. Eek! But they can't misuse like that unless I gave my permission.....right??! Delusional mind goes wild. Back to what I was saying: I doubt any of yall could properly pinpoint the one who received my permission on digits. LA LA LAAAAA!
Oh. Right. The positive side to everything. I'm missing the gym, but doctor said quarantine myself through next Wednesday. The plus? All this coughing is working me up a set of six-pack abs, surely. And for free, basically. See. What'd I tell you? :)
~~+~~ LAST BUT NOT LEAST: Today was TWLOHA Day. This nonprofit organization originally founded around my coworker's daughter, Renee, today was the day to write love on your own arms as a show of support for this love ministry, as you might've already heard. Over 23,000 photos posted, over a million attendees participating, 40+ thousand posts & personal stories shared.
As of tonight, the neighbors right outside my gated condo entryway have decorated their house and yard in fully lit Christmas decorations bordering on overdone tacky [refer to below image for a reminiscent look & feel--and feel free to visit the source at TackyChristmasYards.com for more examples. But I warn you, it's not for the faint of heart..!]. Less is more, my friends. This marks the first official non-commercial Christmas decorating sitings I've personally made this year of 2009. Now, I have "Jingle Bells" ringing through my head somehow...and out my mouth. Coincidence? I think not. A tad premature, no?? At least here down South, our true fall (weather-wise) has just begun this past week! Thanksgiving is weeks away. Now we've moved into the winter stage already? Please...just NO?
Now the Jingle hop has begun...
AND..being the incredibly sweet, caring, sharing type of person I am, I've provided an
EASY OPPORTUNITYfor you to share in this premature Christmas celebratory music. Oh, Yes. ENJOY! May it bring you as much persistent, never-ending "pleasures" as it has been doing for me..for the past 2+ hours!
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On a more spiritual note, ringing true to the original and true meaning of Christmas as I see it: Today at church, one of the pastors spoke on James 1:27--Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. He pointed out that orphans and widows are those who have the least amount of opportunity, but the most responsiblities. I thought that quite striking. Jesus constantly led the example of honing in on these two groups of people, and for good reason.
The other thing that stood out to me was this statement: If you really love someone, you'll invest in them--the matters of their heart, what they're passionate on. This is true with others around you, and true between you & God. Regardless of whether or not the person you love's passions always coincide with your own..that comes later. Just as a husband may feign interest in certain tv shows, shopping or the like for the wife..compromise from real love should come without too, too much of a struggle. Sacrifice for them and trust me, you will reap the rewards.
As we enter the holiday season, with Thanksgiving around the corner and a time of gifts galore soon thereafter to follow, it is my hope & prayer that we take the time to not only focus on appreciation for the many blessings provided us in life, but also remember those like the widows and orphans and others in similar situations..those who this year will go without much of what we all take for granted. I challenge those who read this to think beyond all the getting and frivolity fun activities alone--as enjoyable and pleasing as they may be--and take action in helping make others' holidays brighter in whatever ways you can--big or little, involved or simple. If you haven't already learned,giving into others' lives brings more true joy and satisfaction to your own than any present or event ever could. I've found that the material things of this world are ultimately unsatisfying, petty, worthless..choose to move above and beyond such preoccupations to something incredibly more meaningful and fulfilling. Life is heartrendingly closer to perfect that way, I kid you not.
Everyone has unique giftings. Are you willing to explore to see how your own can best be used for the benefit of those in need around you?
The Challenge--should you choose to face it--
will change your heart, will change your life.
TRANSFORMED. What a perfectly stunning, lovely thought, is it not? I can transform ya, I can transform ya [Sorry, couldn't resist! Catchy, slightly annoying song!].
So. That's the Jingle Bell, That's the Jingle Bell, That's the Jingle Bell Rock!!!
You may recall that in my last post I mentioned my little thing with Harry. I admit our relationship already looks to have severed ties once again. We kind of have that “on again, off again” thing going for us..or against. At any rate, I thought this time I’d share about my connection with one of the true leading ones in my life currently. His name is Jim. We’ve been going out for years now..multiple times a week, in fact. I love him, very much so. He never fails to give back for what I invest in him..nor make me all hot and breathless bothered when in his presence.
So, what’s the problem? Here I am on my dates with Jim..and others keep intruding! It’s like that time I was at the sports bar and went to get my friend a glass of water from the bar—yes, really just water!—because our waitress was seriously lacking, sad to say. This guy tries to hit on me, in the most annoying of ways seen too often in my years here on this crazy planet. A gruff “Hey, what are you?” and that’s it. Come to find out he was interested in my ethnicity not nationality as he ignorantly (stupidly? refer to previous post) claimed. And that he was actually on a date himself already…when she interjects with a prominent “I hate Chinese”quip. We were both half...and apparently never will age. Well, never one to steal a guy away (and uninterested in this halfie regardless), I ended up focusing my chatting with her whilst we three waited for our bar services. Even though she labeled Yuengling as reminiscent of pickles. Sigh.
So for the flip side, take this weekend, for example. Well first, I should probably explain exactly who this Jim character is..in case you have yet to figure it out. His full name is Jim Gym. Mm, now you know. Jim G., one of my main men. So, back to the story!
Enters cute, decidedly muscular (..and decidedly short) boy. He wanders back and forth blocking my POV, where I have strategically placed myself on the treadmills by the Free Weights section. And we all know what the vast majority part of the population works out in that area. Hey, incentive for working out harder & longer--Don't judge. I’ve seen him around before—our gym is not particularly large. I complete my cardio time, head to get water refilled and grab sanitizer. *Safely first, kiddos--STDs abound in ALL places!* Dumbbells Boy rushes over to “happen” to get drink then, too. ***Side note: Fellows, just a tip--the gym is actually in reality NOT the preferred place by most females to be picked up. Albeit flattering, you choose to approach us in our worst possible conditions when super-sweatified not to mention [trying to] focus on our workout at hand? No, please just no.*** From this point on, I sigh inwardly, knowing I’m in for trouble.
Dumbbells Boy: Cheesy Smile. How long did you run for??
Me: Curt Frown. Just 20. [*Minutes not miles—I’m not a fitness beast, sorry. Yet!]
DB: Ohh, haha, I can only do that much, too…actually, only 10..heh. Expectant smile #2. [1/ Thanks for the insult—I could’ve gone longer if my time allowed! 2/ I call BS—you look like you frequent the gym 3x as much as me..At Least!]
Me: Yea, well I just got back from out-of-town and I’m kinda sick—you should stay away or you’ll catch something! [I’d have said “seriously sick” for more bang, but too many are too paranoid about the stupid hyped up swine flu to start that puppy up.]
I turned and walked away hurriedly before I could see any sort or facial reaction much less even for him to be able to respond, thinking this was cause enough to understandI’m not feeling it.I mean, he did seem very sweet and slightly shy (always cute), that he’d probably be a fun friend to have. But experience has taught me most (if not all) males will not go out of their way to approach in such a situation unless for ulterior motives I was not interested in promoting.
Although I rarely chitchat much with anyone while on “Jim” time, I proceed to talk to the woman on the treadmill next to where I cleaned off my own, so he would see it’s nothing special that I even spoke to him at all. Simultaneously, I admittedly feel somewhat remorseful over cutting him off. Was I too mean? Rude, perhaps?? Apparently, this “over-niceness” is one of my pitfalls..for he came back twice to chat more wherever I happened to be throughout that session. The first was to ask me questions on which piece of equipment on a weights machine to use for best results. I somewhat scoffed in his face. You, Mr. Muscles, are telling me you don’t know how this equipment works nor which one works which muscle group? Pleaseeee..you could probably give me a lesson or two..or ten. If I wanted, that is. I texted my friend for advice, who told me to go for it, for I always cut guys off before giving them a chance (another subject for another time). But alas, my shallow nonnegotiable on height weighed in heavily. So I ran.Literally. Well, practically. The second time I saw him approaching again, 5 till closing time anyhow, I literally race walked away to my car. I saw him come outside and look around, having trailed me to the outskirts at a distance.
Hello?! I’m with “Jim.” Leave me alone. Thank you very much. Now I get the pleasure of no doubt seeing him again on one of my next dates with Jim G. Maybe I need to start wearing headphones again (but they always fall out of my small ears!). My body language, death stare and “Boys Lie” shirt is apparently not always cutting it for me..and I can’t quite fathom brushing a complete cold shoulder by not responding when someone talks directly to me. Perhaps you all can see and understand a little more of my own “crazy” side. Boys remain idiots nonetheless (again, refer to previous post), this one notwithstanding. Lethal combinations, I tell you.
I suppose I find out soon enough, for I'm now headed off on another date with Jim as we speak...
I'm not really "reading" this book. I don't need to..I (amongst many others!) could write it myself. A friend pointed this out to me today, outraged that his idea had been taken and marketed by someone else. According to this particular friend, guys are idiots and girls are crazy--so the right balance between the two must be had for any given relationship. Go out of balance with mismatched extremes that don't add up, and you've got yourself either a very "never a dull moment" relationship overly filled with sparks flying every which way..or none at all, really. Scary thought? Perhaps.
This concept is actually quite simple..easy to understand & has much merit, I believe. It's one I often spout to friends and strangers alike. Just recently, there I sat with two girlfriends and a token male...we got into boy-girl discussions with one girl lamenting over boys gone bad and *BAM* out it came, vehemently, from my mouth [naturally it had to be mine]: "Guys are idiots!" All eyes turned towards token male. Oops. I quickly pat-rubbed down/apologized to this male I had literally just met. He later within the day proved my point notably, but then, surprised I was not.
Examples abound. Where to begin, really. Why guys persist in believing and even boasting, beaming in light of their suave mastery of the female sex..when there is much evidence to the contrary? Simple. Because boys are stupid. Case of demonstration *albeit not the best amongst my selection, had to choose from many, based purely off personal experience alone! Many more exist...I chose this one to lessen the sting on the poor males who partake of this post and no doubt will misinterpret it => Please also note that further unnecessary convo took place but were omitted because the dialogue merely served to demonstrate the same point over and over again. And also note that tone of voice/body language/short answers alone should've been clue enough for this poor, naive boy to understand I was decidedly not interested*:
Gas station Boy: Brushes past me at close range while I wait in line, intentional contact of the contents of his hand and my person now accomplished. [Congratulations, GSB, you got my attention..positive be it not.]
Me: Classic shrug-sigh. [*Perhaps I'd be less annoyed (not to mention turned off horrified) if said contents in tow did NOT consist of garbage bag freshly removed from the bathroom facilities!!]
GSB: Goes out of way to ensure he is the "lucky" one waiting on me at registers. Sooo..how old are you?
Me: Classic sigh followed by also classic response frequently used, that easily puts males in compromising positions. How old do you think I am? I guarantee I'm older than you think (and hope, no doubt). [See, I even gave him a hint--I'm too nice.]
GSB: 19? [It wasn't enough of a hint, apparently].
Me: Classic sigh #3. Way off.
GSB: Well, still young enough. Heh heh. You go to school?
Me: Raises eyebrows. Seriously?! You're the only one laughing, kid. Thinks of best possible escape plan. No, I am DONE. *in all senses of the word!*
GSB: I'll help you pump your gas..can I?
Me: I'm perfectly capable. Do it all the time, in fact. No.
GSB: After practically begging to continual "NO"s for awhile-Well, at least let me walk you to your car. It's dark outside..it's late!! Unsafe! [Yes, the randoms outside are really what I'm concerned about right now..]
Me: NO. I'm fine. It's brightly lit. Thanks. Exits store with quick, pronounced steps. [Politely nice this time-perhaps therein lies my downfall with these idiot male types.]
GSB: Follows behind me outside. Mouth silent *for once, albeit in this moment it all-the-more resembles creepy stalker material*
Me: Stops and turns. One eyebrow now raised in questioning annoyance.
GSB: So you think I could get your number?
Me: Sigh #37. Take one of my many hints, please?! Persistence does NOT always pay out. I don't give my number out to randoms, nor do I want to..now. To you--not to you!! HELLOOO!
GSB: Surprise act ensues. ME?! I'm not random. "Blah blah" too many invalid reasons why are spouted out.
Me: [Curtly] Yes, you are. Attempts to turn away...
GSB: Well, do you come here often??
Me: Enough is enough, I've been more than patient, albeit curt. You. Stay in school, kiddo. Study hard. Walks to car [& freedom at long last!] at quick pace.
NEXT! Let's be honest. Males aren't the only ones with issues. Why do girls go buck wild over non-existent things they convinced themselves are real threat/problem..and therefore attack attack attack (verbally and sometimes otherwise!)? Simple. Because girls are crazy. I am "man" enough to admit it and believe it. Case of demonstration:
Crazy ex-GF (I've never met nor talked to..a fact soon to change.): [texting to my once torn-to-bits number obtained from bottom of boy in question's trash can] You ******* **** *** *****! Stay away from him if you know what's good for you!!! And so on..and so forth.etc etc etc
Me: Eyebrows fully raised, eyes now fully open, confuddled. I had to look up one of the words...
Crazy G: How dare you! Who do you think you are??! If you don't leave him, I'll blah blah blah!!! ROAR.
Me: He's just a friend. This is none of your concern now, regardless. Move on..live your own life. RAWR
Crazy G: Why should you even want to be friends with someone who does this? He lied to me!!
Me: Hm. Why do you want to get back with him if he's such the complete jerk you claim?? [I know, this was me being crazy to provoke her--see, a double demonstration! How nice!]
Crazy G: Attack Attack Attack!
Me: Sigh sigh sigh. Yawn. Annoyance kicked in. Then anger, at said boy for involving me by his lies.
Idiot Boy in Q's solution to this now constant harrassing and threatening going days on end? Wanted me to change my number. For his crazy ex! Let her win? Never! His logic? That's what he did to attempt escape from her. HA! I see how well that works for him, not to mention this was HIS problem more so than mine. I am NOT revolving my life around a higher level crazy girl delusional to the nth degree on who I was to her ex. So, I made him deal. But sadly, the story did not end there. Why? Because he's a boy. Boys are stupid. He again mishandled the situation (that not to mention wouldn't have even existed aside from his lies), causing further turmoil, so I ended up taking matters into my own hands. I hashed it out directly with her-lioness to lioness-and thus guaranteed never to hear from the poor crazy again. And that, my friends, was that. History. The End.
The key to remember is that each male and each female are only stupid and crazy, respectively, to certain, varying degrees. The tricky partof all this is finding the proper balance of idiot-crazy ratio in one relationship. It is oftentimes easier said than accomplished. The most we can do is try..keeping in mind the light of this simple concept. Just look--it applies to situations all around you of all sorts of natures. Small, significant. Personal, work. Familial, romantic, friend. You name it.
So the next time you find yourself scratching your head wondering what in heaven's sake just happened, just remember: Boys are stupid. Girls are crazy.
My other (female) friend always jokes about wanting to make "Boys are stupid" shirts, but she really does want. I wouldn't mind one myself, to be honest. This choice phrase often finds its way into our conversation, to excuse or explain various actions, lack of actions, misuse of words spoken, ridiculous situations caused by the male sex, etc. However, I think to be fair, we'd have to put "Girls are crazy" on the back. Yes, yes? Any takers??
In other related news, I've re-discovered an old love, one I used to not be able to live without. He helped me through so many situations, and messy at that. Involved, tangled..ehh. Yes, his name is "Harry" and I find him useful once again. Harry Hairbrush. It's been quite awhile, but I think you may be here to stay this time. Some of you who know me know I don't ever brush my hair..not when it was long, not when it is short (like now..but fastly changing). However, the inherent benefits I once deemed nonexistent now seem to be re-surfacing as *gasp* true. Either that or maybe my hair is being especially difficult and uncooperative lately so this brush re-connection was inevitably forced to result!
In other completely unrelated news, FAlL*now you see, my title is actually spelled "f-a-little L-big L" to give double meaning and relate to my entire post full of randomness!* Yes, dear Autumn. I miss it. Back to FL post-NY/DC trip of unplanned nature, and it spoiled me, BIGtime.
"I HAVE AN IDEA!" No, wait..it's just my failed attempt at properly pointing out the lovely autumn leaves in all their glory. Pictures (from my cam, at least) do not do it even HALF justice. But mercy to my camera, my memories shall have to suffice. Highly recommended if you live in a place with no true fall same as I: Visit a place that does during this vividly colored season. Highly recommended if you do live in a place with true fall: Appreciate and treasure it--not all can bask in this heaven on earth everywhere you go. In fact, I did save a leaf..but neglected to bring it back. Sadness. I rest in the fact that in a mere month I get to see these many-colored spendors again! Joy.
May it bring you as much persistent, never-ending "pleasures" as it has been doing for me..for the past 2+ hours!
