Don't mess with me kid, I've got my own battles to fight.
So there I was, in deep conversation with myself in the bus, when this impertinent kid behind me put something on my head. I reached up and took out the foreign object. Lo and behold! It was a bright orange condom. A fucking CONDOM. Yea sure it matched my hoodie but that is thoroughly unhygienic and bloody annoying. And it looked used. But then again, the brat wasn't old enough to spew out semen anyway so I wasn't so worried.
So what did I do? I placed it onto the seat next to me and got off at the next stop. Never once did I curse out loud. I didn't even turn around to glare at the kid. Why? Because that was what he would have wanted. He would have enjoyed laughing in my red face as I yelled at him. Little weiners like him would have loved to see me reacting in anger at their actions. Its what they feed off, those inconsiderable douchebags. So I just walked off, much to his dissapointment.
However, as cool as I looked on the outside, I was bubbling with rage inside. I was already having a shitty day and what that putz did to me just made me teeter on the edge of sanity. But I managed to pull myself back and proceed with securing my groceries. And now, here I am, filled with bitterness but trying hard to wash it away with Disney songs and my Biofiltration assignment. So yes. Thanks for listening. And please remind me to wash my hair soon.
ps: Sweetie, hope you feel better soon. Happy thoughts! :)
Labels: Emo, Rambling
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