I’m so sick of being the rebound. Can’t I just be someone’s first choice for once?
So there is this guy that is so annoying. I don’t know his name or anything else, all I know is he keeps bugging me about food.
Here’s some background to this. Every Tuesday and Thursday, I have a break between classes. During this time, I plug in my headphones and do whatever work that needs to get done. I enjoy this time because it’s pretty much the only time I get any work done without any interruptions.
This is when the guy come into place. One day, I notice feet next to my table, so I look up. This guy was standing there looking down at me and offered me his half-eaten pizza. I have never seen this guy in my life. It was weird. I politely declined and tried getting back to work. He asked why I didn’t want any so I, obviously annoyed, said I had already eaten. He was like “All right, I was just trying to be nice.” Thankfully, he walked away. I thought that was the last I’d see of him. Oh, how wrong I was…
On Tuesday, he came back. But this time, instead of offering me food, he asked if he could have some of mine. What the heck? Leave my food alone. Sometimes, it’s the only thing I have to eat from the time I woke up at 6am to the time I get home, which is sometimes around 4pm. So pardon me if my little bag of animal crackers isn’t available to a complete stranger.
And then today, he asked me for more food. Luckily he only asked once this time. Well…HE CAME BACK and said “Have a good day sweetheart and took my hand into a half shake, half hand holding type of thing. I don’t even know what the hell to call it.
If this is his way of flirting with me, he’s done a terrible job.
I’m starting to have a problem. I noticed it coming up a while ago, but I realize that I get annoyed at people for eating or breathing. I know how this must sound, but I really get pissed off at them. I first noticed it with soup. At first, I just figured it was the slurrping. It’s a disgusting sound, I’m sure some of you can agree—but it’s at the point where I literally have to leave the table if someone starts doing it. However, now it’s gotten to the point where I can’t stand listening to any chewing at all. I can’t even eat with other people in silence. There needs to be talking, music or whatever to distract me.
For example, my mom was just trying to tell me a story while eating cole slaw. I could not tell you what the hell she was talking about because all I kept thinking was, “That is disgusting. Why is she talking to me right now?” She wasn’t talking with food in her mouth, just taking small bites, swallowing and then proceeded with the story. But just the sound of her chewing was making me sick. And she was breathing weird, too. You know how you breathe differently when you’re eating or talking, well that was pissing me off too. It was between pissing me off and disgusting me.
I really don’t know why this is such an issue for me. Eating and breathing. It’s human nature for crying out loud. I might be losing my mind or something. Should I be concerned? I’m tired of having to leave a social interaction because of this.
I don’t know what I find more disturbing: the fact that grown women pee on clothes in the fitting rooms, or the fact that this happens so often that it doesn’t even surprise me anymore.
My supportive mother
- Mom: Are you feeling better?
- Me: A little.
- Mom: really? 'Cause you look absolutely terrible.
- Me: ...thanks.
Here I am procrastinating again, and I find this while randomly browsing through my pictures folder. I have no recollection of this at all…
My friends told me that the St. Patty’s Day party I went to wasn’t fun until I got there. At first I was flattered; I brought the fun to the party. Then I realized I just got drunk and forced everyone to play drinking games. But I’ll take “Life of the Party” as my official title.
I have this problem where I can’t stand listening to people eat. Especially soup. I need some noise to distract me from it because it literally makes me lose my appetite. It’s only gotten worse lately.
My mom knows about this, but she made soup for dinner. I tried sitting there with the family, but they are were slurping like crazy and I just couldn’t take it anymore so I just got up and left. My mom called me back saying everyone was finished and when I came back they all started slurping and laughing. I couldn’t finish dinner.
Since my plans for tonight are ruined, tomorrow’s plans are just that more exciting—St. Patty’s Day party!
Only a basketball game and an 8 hour shift at work stands between me and green Jell-O shots.
I obviously have been too stressed and tired lately. Yesterday, I fell asleep and missed the flute lesson I give, so I had to call and apologize and reschedule for today. And then this morning I slept through my first class and almost didn’t make it to my other one.
I need to get my shit together.
I finished my 3 hour science exam in 45 minutes and left feeling pretty confident about it.
The only thing is, I thought it would take longer so I didn’t bring anything to occupy my time before my next class. So now I have nothing to do for 2 hours and I can’t even take a nap because I commute and live half an hour away.
And it would have been a perfect time to get some reading done because I miss the feeling of reading a wonderful book and I haven’t had time to read in so long and I just want to feel the magic books bring again.
Obviously I’m not the relationship type because I never give a guy what he wants. All the ones I get are all either really clingy and expect me to be the same (I’m not a very open person) or just want to get into my pants (I’m a little more open on this end…)
I’m starting to think my cat lady future is a definite thing.
My Valentine’s Day plans:
- class until 3:15p
- pick up mother from work
- flute lesson
- stuffing my face with Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream (not because I’m depressed about today, but because that shit is fucking delicious)
- Sleeping. haha…yeah right. Who am I kidding with that one? Who has time for that?
I hope all the love birds have a great time tonight. I really do. But if I see one more “Only 2 hours and 34 minutes until I can be with my Valentine <3” post on Facebook, I swear…
I never thought I’d say this, but I am so glad I got called into work on my night off. If I’m gonna be told what to do, I might as well get paid for it.
My mom comes in my room as I’m doing homework and starts listing off things I need to help her with. And then says, “Wow, your room looks gross”. And then my dad comes in and suggests she posts a picture of it on Facebook to humiliate me into cleaning it.
God damn, if I had the time to clean it, I would. Leave me the fuck alone.
I think for lent they both should give up yelling and nagging.