I’ve got complaints – I know, what else is new? Join the line, be more positive, blah, blah, blah.
I’m sitting in my car at the stoplight outside Target in the turn lane. Without ac, I’m sweating more then I care to. Have beads of sweat dropping into my eye glasses and down my shirt. To just look at my shirt, and how sweaty it is, you’d think I had just come from the gym. So basically I’m hot and a lot less tolerant.
This woman three cars up can’t make up her mind which way to go when the light turns green. She sits blocking both the straight and the turn lanes while she tries to decide. She looks frazzled by all the honking horns and rude gestures…I’d like to point out here that I didn’t do any gestures, not so much because I’m a nice person but because she wouldn’t be able to see me do them as I was too far back in line. I think she started to cry – she finally, as the light turned red, made up her mind and turned.
No, her car wasn’t stalled – she is just one of the many airheads on the streets these days who have no idea who or where they are. I gotta tell you, it made me want to follow her home to have a word with her parents on the merits of her having a driving license.
Then I went to Wendy’s because I was starving and it was Wendy’s or McDonald’s. The latter doesn’t have anything I like on the menu so I usually go to them as a last resort. I’m standing in line and this ancient looking old man starts to crowd me even though there is no one standing behind him. I thought about a few well placed elbow jabs but he looked like he might break if I did.
When I get my food, I pick a table far away from anyone else in the restaurant so that I can relax and write a nice post for my blog. The restaurant isn’t even a quarter full. What does this prehistoric man do? He sits down so the back of his chair is against the back of mine. All the other tables in the whole damn place and he sits near me.
I HATE this whole sheep mentality humans have. If I go off to a corner of a restaurant or movie theater or whatever, it is because I want to be left ALONE. It isn’t an invitation to start filling in the seats around me…especially not when there are hundreds of other seats available! I don’t care if we are the only two people who bought tickets to see that horror movie and you are feeling scared. Don’t go to a scary movie by yourself if you can’t handle it dumbshit.
I always have to bite my tongue to not say something really rude such as “Oh great, these people stink so I’m going to have to move”. Talk about embarrassment – they’d never sit by me again.
If I feel like being friendly then I’ll sit somewhere in the middle with all the other animals otherwise leave me the frick alone. Granted – if I were an animal out in the wild and had this sort of attitude, I’d be one of the first ones picked off by a carnivore because I’d be off by myself, minding my own business, relaxing in the peaceful sounds all around me.
I sound like a bitch, I know. I can see family reading this and saying “Well, that is why she has never married.” But I’m not truly like this – if I know a person I am fun to be around and always caring and polite. But I’m talking about complete strangers here and that bothers me greatly. Please don’t spout that “all people are friends masked as strangers” or “they are only a stranger until you meet them.”
That is fantasy, not reality. In reality the person who sits too close could be a pervert or someone who is hoping you’ll leave your purse unattended. I’ve had people who look rich come up and ask me for money – it gets old. If I wanted company on my outing, I would have invited a true friend along. J
The bills get paid, life goes on. 
