Though people are friendly towards me, there is a tendancy to attract the “bad” side. While little Theresa and I walked to the parking lot, she talked about how it’s nice that I could drive — that being I’m the guy and she is the girl. So right there, she’s a friggin, faggot! That was more than twice that she alluded to this nutty comment.
So I grilled her if she felt dizzy on the road while driving, was too slow or if she had gotten into accidents, whatever. She claimed not to drive too far into San Francisco and Santa Cruz because from what she said her driving is not that reliable. She lets her husband drive her.
Again, people like her expect me to get out of the house and hang out with friends. She’s not the only one who told me to get a life. But people like her don’t realize how expensive it is to maintain a relationship — buy now, reciprocate later. I pissed off at her and told her that I really don’t like friends: They just get in the way.
She then explained her version but I really didn’t want to hear her. She kept encouraging me to keep in touch with her and call her; so we could go out to lunch together again. Even the temp girl would like me to hang out with her and have some drinks! You know what? Go away! I just don’t have the clothes, shoes, money or character to play off hanging around people that I don’t want to be close!
Even my hair was cut short to disguise myself and to look more professional but for whatever reason, people know that I’m not that serious! Little Theresa wanted me to meet her brother, who is around my age and no doubt a short person, like her! Honestly, I won’t be entirely “satisfied” with Asians, especially if he doesn’t have a job! I don’t care if he may be wealthy.
Most Vietnamese are “wealthy” before they came to America. I’m just not interested in meeting people, period. I’d rather sleep and daydream; blog and rant; jump up and down in the garden and play with the parakeets and give the twosome a hard time.
What people don’t realize is that I’ve had enough with those damn dramas. Sure, people are friendly at first but I’d hate to know their “dark side” and after awhile the excitement goes away until another phone call to kill the misery of a miserable person who is bored to death.
Go away, freaks! Stop bothering me!
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