Today is just one of those days.
No.
The past week has been one of those weeks. I think every stranger that has come into unnecessary contact with me has figured out a way to push my button.
I hate how only when I turn away is when the clever comment pops into my head. I need to work on being witty on the spot. Had my witicisms worked at the time I needed them to the following would have been said to people:
- If you poke me and I don’t verbally react and just turn my back towards you, that should not enable you to poke me again as if I didn’t feel it the first time. Fuck off. This isn’t junior high, and even then I had a poking complex.
- Whether I have a boyfriend or not shouldn’t matter to you. Me walking away does not mean catch up and keep talking to me.
- You look like you live in the street.
- You’re annoying. I keep telling you I do not have time for you, yet you keep texting me like it suddenly frees up my time. No sir, it does not work out that way.
- Just because I did not feel like being a bitch the day you met me does not mean I am actually interested in you. If I NEVER answer the phone, that means you should stop calling.
- Why do people who work at the gym know you have my number? Stop talking about me fucker. Seriously, you did not win a prize by getting my number. Lots of people have it. Hence why I keep it on silent or turned off most of the time.
These aren’t even witty remarks. It’s more like me saying what I needed to say to get some random annoying strangers off my nuts. Yes, my nuts.
Today after I got into my car to leave school I screamed. I was so full of adrenaline and just angry. No amount of metal completely cured it either. It appalls me to think of the amount of rudeness I’m going to have to muster up to make some guys get the point. Men are getting more stupid as I get older. I think. At least the ones I come in contact with at school, the gym, or work. All of which.. is not a place to chat with me. I do not come to those places to chat. I come to work. That is all.
I think my tendency to not smile in public instantly attracts men who have no business talking to me. So if I smile, maybe.. maybe I’ll attract one worth making time for in my oh so busy schedule. The last time I met a cute guy, I was smiling. Granted I was drunk, but it’s OK. He wasn’t, but don’t think he tried to take advantage of me either.
Anyway, completely different story.
Bottom line is.. I think my approach is failing me. I’m not looking for a relationship now, but that doesn’t mean I should rule out the possibility. After all, possibilities makes waking up worth it.
