June 17, 2003
What Country Are You?
You're Fiji!
As calm, relaxed, and removed from life as they come, you're just so chilled out, it hurts people to see you. Everyone aspires to be where you are, but most of them just can't put their stress away. Little do they know that even you sometimes have inner turmoil and struggles! For the most part, though, it's sun and fun for you, and that's the way you like it. It's just sort of hard to get things done with all that partying.
Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
A few minutes ago, I was strolling up the hills (yes, more than one, this is Middletown) coming back to my office from Neon, trying to balance a bag full of stuff plus rip open a bag of chips because I was about to eat myself alive. As I had crossed the Neon parking lot, some fool had beeped his horn, but I ignored it because why wouldn't I? On the street, I respond to my name and not much else. Besides, I wasn't in the street and blocking traffic and neither was he, so ghost! A minute and change have passed and I'm scarfing my Sour Cream and Onion about to turn onto the path that runs by Olin. This guy drives past and says to me hanging halfway out of his window: "Didn't you hear me beeping at you? Next time, you better come see what I want" before driving off.
Negro, please. Situations like that make me want to get violent. If my hands weren't full, I would've chucked a rock at his broken down ass car. What is it about a girl alone that makes some males feel that they can be as disrespectful as they want? The things that have been yelled out to me on the street -- when I'm dressed in the biggest jeans and baggiest shirts -- make me want to scream. Would they like it if some random stranger said to their sisters/girlfriends/wives/mothers/relatives/friends that they'd like to "take a bite out of that ass" or "paint you naked" or "show you what a real man could do," or my personal favorite, that they're a "stuck up bitch" because they didn't respond to those oh-so-tantalizing offers. God help a woman who actually responds to an obnoxious SOB beeping and calling her out from his car to get her attention. I'm not interested in even conversing with someone who is disrespecting me from go. If I was a superheroine, I'd be the Emasculator, keeping women safe from harassing men and giving their asses a beatdown if they step out of line.
Posted by Candicissima at June 17, 2003 09:40 PM