Hold my Hands, Mouth and Legs, Lord!
Where is HD (HoneyDame)? asked R
She is asleep, said M
***with voice several decibels lower*** Oh! Can I drop her shoes? asked R
Oh yeah sure! I’ll give it to her when she wakes up, she is always sleeping, dropped M
**Shuffling of feet as R leaves**
A couple of minutes later, I decided to talk,
HD to M >>> What did R want?
M to HD >>> She wanted to drop your shoes
HD to M >>> Ok
|The parallel rectangles are our beds, the alternating rectangles are our desks and the divided rectangle by the door contains our closets.|
In one of my earlier posts, I wrote about YY (my YoriYori J). Overtime, we have fallen into some communication pattern whereby we chat everyday from like 11PM-1AM my time (thank God for BB o). Before the daylight savings ended some weeks ago, it was from 12AM-2AM my time. As a result of this long practice, my body system totally refuses to go to “sleep-mode” before 2-3AM, irrespective of what time I need to be up. M is always long gone in la-la land by the time I am spreading out my bed for sleep (5 out of 5 days) and still under the duvet on 3 days (out of 5 weekdays) when I get up to go to classes. (For the rest of the two days, we wake up around the same time). Yet she still thinks she has a right to tell me and all who care/don’t care to listen about how I sleep so much! As petty as this might make me sound, I am sure nobody wants to hear someone like this lace every discussion with how much you sleep. In the excerpt above, I keep wondering, was the “she is always sleeping” part of the sentence necessary? I think it is such a condescending statement to make, because each time she says it, I feel like she is hinting at me being lazy or something. Initially, when she started saying this constantly, I would just laugh or shrug it off. But more and more, she had me trying to defend/explain my reasons for catching 1-2 hours of sleep during the day (at nobody’s expense o). One time she said something about my sleeping habits, I responded with “Really, this is coming from you R, who sleeps long before me and wakes up long after I am gone?” You would expect that she would get the message and shush her trap, but mbanu, sarcasm is lost on her! In fact, I think talking about my sleeping habits seem to be her mantra.
Can’t I just give her a piece of my mind? No! You see, when I said I contradict/confuse myself, it wasn’t a joke. Much as I do not like how she just talks talks talks (making talking motion with my hand) about stuff she doesn’t know, I can’t bring myself to blatantly telling her off. I hate awkwardness and that kind of conversation will definitely bring about awkwardness and remember this is someone I am stuck with till the end of the academic year in May. We usually do not have issues. The ones we usually have are petty ones like this. For instance, I have seen her looking at me over her desk severally, I mean, staring! It screams CREEPY!!! Like what could be that fascinating about me? Our towel rack is right by the door, so most times when I go by the towel rack; I feel her eyes on me. I do not know what to interpret this as. When I had this discussion with my friend and my sister, they concluded that perhaps she was scared, curious or just doesn’t know about looking etiquettes. (I am thinking, could she be a lesbo who is still in the closet? ***Shivers***). I mean, it is for reasons like this that I set up our room like that before she came. Oh, did I mention that she is white?
The point of this post is I want your prayers o. Help me pray that I won’t be on hair trigger the next time this chic talks about me in this manner because I cannot guarantee that I won’t summon my caustic tongue, utilize my hand in distributing slaps across her face and top kicks to her rounded rump as dessert. Kí Olórun yà mí ya àsètáńì! (May God take the devil far away from me!)
I am sorry for making this a venting and long post after vanishing for so long. Na school work no gree let me enjoy meself.speaking of which, now that I have gotten this over and done with, I better get my ass to drafting that 15 page paper. So long Blogsville. :*
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