David and Goliath
Ew.
Ok so I haven't posted a lot lately, but Logan isn't online right now, and I have no one else to bitch to so here I go.
The story starts Freshman year. I'm a goofy little freshman sitting in my honors algebra class and here is where I meet this huge guy named Joe. Ok so him and I aren't really best of friends, hell, we never said more than 2 words to each other during our entire four years at high school. For some bizarre reason unbeknownst to me, I always knew he hated my guts. I never had any feelings one way or another to the guy, he was more just one of those huge football jocks who I never associated with for fear of lowering my Intelligence Quotient.
Fast forward to today. So I'm picking up my brother at the Bart station (he took the bus from school whilst I was at a doctor's appointement). I'm pulling out of the parking lot and I reach a four way stop. The guy across from me pulls up to the stop sign as I'm shifting into first gear and I'm like 3/4 of the way in the intersection. Ok so this is a fairly large intersection, so I'm in the middle of the intersection and the guy across from me bolts (and I literally mean BOLTS) forward and turns left...RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Seriously, we were like a foot or less from hitting each other. So I stop abruptly and glare across into the other driver's eyes to give him one of my patented looks of complete contempt. Of course by now, you've guessed, it is no one but good ol' Joe. He returns my look of "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!!" with one of "Pfft, you ass" backs up and gives me a little space to drive around him. Whatever, so then I turned around the fucker and drove my way home, singing along with Hilary Duff's "Wake Up" bringing a slight smile to my face.
Ok. So it's not that big of a deal, but I just don't know why he hates me so much. I'm not trying to come off as a victim here, cuz frankly, I couldn't care less about Joe and what he thinks about me, but when his seemingly negative feelings toward me escalate into something that can potentially cause me, my brother, and the other little junior in the backseat bodily harm, well, can you blame me for getting a little mad?
Eh. I'm over it. I'm off to groom.
-ariel
Ok so I haven't posted a lot lately, but Logan isn't online right now, and I have no one else to bitch to so here I go.
The story starts Freshman year. I'm a goofy little freshman sitting in my honors algebra class and here is where I meet this huge guy named Joe. Ok so him and I aren't really best of friends, hell, we never said more than 2 words to each other during our entire four years at high school. For some bizarre reason unbeknownst to me, I always knew he hated my guts. I never had any feelings one way or another to the guy, he was more just one of those huge football jocks who I never associated with for fear of lowering my Intelligence Quotient.
Fast forward to today. So I'm picking up my brother at the Bart station (he took the bus from school whilst I was at a doctor's appointement). I'm pulling out of the parking lot and I reach a four way stop. The guy across from me pulls up to the stop sign as I'm shifting into first gear and I'm like 3/4 of the way in the intersection. Ok so this is a fairly large intersection, so I'm in the middle of the intersection and the guy across from me bolts (and I literally mean BOLTS) forward and turns left...RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Seriously, we were like a foot or less from hitting each other. So I stop abruptly and glare across into the other driver's eyes to give him one of my patented looks of complete contempt. Of course by now, you've guessed, it is no one but good ol' Joe. He returns my look of "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!!" with one of "Pfft, you ass" backs up and gives me a little space to drive around him. Whatever, so then I turned around the fucker and drove my way home, singing along with Hilary Duff's "Wake Up" bringing a slight smile to my face.
Ok. So it's not that big of a deal, but I just don't know why he hates me so much. I'm not trying to come off as a victim here, cuz frankly, I couldn't care less about Joe and what he thinks about me, but when his seemingly negative feelings toward me escalate into something that can potentially cause me, my brother, and the other little junior in the backseat bodily harm, well, can you blame me for getting a little mad?
Eh. I'm over it. I'm off to groom.
-ariel