This is an introspective entry, to some degree. I am in a most bizarre mood,and I pretend I know what it means. I will skim through scraps of today’s mind.
My Creative Writing professor is ill, he did not show up for class this morning. This pains me, because I like the guy. I think he is pleasant and I was hurt that some girls in class were jolly because of his absence. The poor fellow is suffering and they are celebrating, I do not understand this. But then again, not everybody likes him and it would be silly to expect everyone to have a generic taste in people.
I was casually using the internet at some lab at college, at about 9:00 AM, and some girls walked behind my chair and pushed me. Why they brushed against my chair, and head, I do not know. It was not only one girl who did this, it was a whole bunch
of them. The first brush was, well, understandable. Then came the second, and the girl’s bag was literally resting on my head. A third shortly followed, and I felt an elbow on my shoulder. I am fussy about my personal space, I do not like it to be invaded like that, you know. More hits followed, and I felt like such a pushover so I grew seriously annoyed and, seeing this, one of the girls apologized. No more hits followed. I think I could’ve hurt them girls had they not stopped, but luckily they did and no damage was done.
Is it possible that I was invisible at 9 AM this morning? If not, then why on earth would anyone -who has never, ever, met me before, or at the very least read some sarcastic remark of mine- want to push me as hard as they did?
This is another dilemma. Or perhaps it isn’t so perplexing, I am petite, and size matters. I am no match in size for those females, and they used their sheer size to their advantage.
The third, and most critical situation in this day so far, is my work. I am supposed to be working now, people expect me to be “producing”, generating revenue to feed someone’s bank account, but in all God’s frankness, I do not feel like it. I have this gum, flavoured cinnamon, in my mouth, and it burns. The tip of my tongue feels like a little flame, but I enjoy that. I think it has something to do with lack of desire to do something serious. Cinnamon is just too playful, it’s not for serious people. I love it.
Tololy - I have to admire your ability to express your feelings and make the reader live your mood literally and actually imagine the scene as it happened … your creative writing teacher must be doing something right :)
As for the girls pushing you … I just remembered the time I used to travel and commute via public transportation .. i.e. buses
Now the driver and the guy called “control” usually fill the bus to its maximum limit and then start filling more people to stand in the middle and hold on to the chairs where some of us are sadly sitting … and I can’t even begin to describe what a dreadful experience it was when they pushed and leaned on you … usually it gets uglier than what the girls did to you …
Back to you … Don’t think about them girls who tresspassed your personal space … maybe it was personal and maybe not … consider it random … who knows what they were thinking and who cares? what is important is that you did not take it … you stood up for yourself and declared to them openly that it was not ok that they invade your own space .. be it small or large .. you are occupying it at the moment and its yours till you leave it … and it worked so, good for you girl
Cinnamon … love it love it love it
Khalida,
Thank you for the nice words. I used to use public buses to get to university, that was three years ago. I want to refer you to a previous entry, and I hope you will enjoy it. It lies at http://tololy.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-ride-home.html.
I am extremely familiar with “controls” and bus drivers, as a matter of fact I think I am more familiar with them than I really want to.
Lastly, welcome to my Box. Enjoy your stay and drop your mind whenever you feel like it :)
You got lack of desire to do something serious,ok do this, when money comes out of the[Atm] scream “I WON.IWON”!!
[quote]It lies at http://tololy.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-ride-home.html/quote
i liked the pun :P
this entry is somehow special bcuz its more personal than most other entries. i enjoyed learnin what happened in ‘one of those days’!
Abdelstar Alslimat, I could do that. I think that would be fun actually. Thanks for the tip!
Devil’s Mind, I am honestly glad you enjoyed this entry. I figured I could add a spice of the real me to this place. Whoever that is, you know.
yeah, i know :D