There are two gossiping older ladies sitting in my spot.
Okay, I know it's not technically my spot. There are twenty-eight days out of the month that I am not staying here and that other people sit at that table. But when I am here, that is my spot. It's the table with the power outlet next to it! It's located at the side of the room next to a wall where I can be out of the way and sit there for four hours with no one caring. And there are gossiping ladies sitting there.
I am greatly displeased.
This feels unfair for some reason. I've been going to this hotel for over six years now. I've seen four sets of staff come and go, I've seen the building change franchises. Through all of this, I have sat in that seat.
In addition to being forced to sit in the table next to them (in order to be close enough to plug in), I am being forced into listening to their gossip.
I am still greatly displeased.
Now they're not sitting anymore. They're getting ready to leave. But they're still just standing there, next to my table, gossiping. I have no clue when they'll leave.
I am aware I am being petty.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Don't be So Genderist
Genderist.
It's like sexist, but instead of discriminating against a gender, the individual is discriminating against both genders being outside the gender "box".
It is my new pet peeve.
My mother can not get it through her head that Brandon is my Best Friend, with those wonderful capital letters denoting he means more to me then I can rightfully describe with words, and that he understands me better then all of my other friends combined.
No offense to any of my other friends reading this. I love you, too. It's just not the same flavor of love.
I can trust him to be there for me no matter what. I can trust him to never judge me, no matter what. We have so much in common it's scary.
More then that, our relationship is "safe". He's like my Nakama (Brandon, as I'm sure you're reading this, it's a One Piece term I'll tell you about later). I'm not going to worry about anything about it. That's an achievement for me, I'm a worry-whore.
My mother can not get this through her head, and is mistaking my love for Brandon as romantic sort. After I got home from his house one of her questions was, "So, do you think he likes you?". This is after she has been informed he has a girlfriend he is completely besotted with, and that Brandon is my Best Friend. This makes me want to tear at my hair and tell her she's missing the point.
Gahasd;lfkjas.
^General noise of frustration.
It's like sexist, but instead of discriminating against a gender, the individual is discriminating against both genders being outside the gender "box".
It is my new pet peeve.
My mother can not get it through her head that Brandon is my Best Friend, with those wonderful capital letters denoting he means more to me then I can rightfully describe with words, and that he understands me better then all of my other friends combined.
No offense to any of my other friends reading this. I love you, too. It's just not the same flavor of love.
I can trust him to be there for me no matter what. I can trust him to never judge me, no matter what. We have so much in common it's scary.
More then that, our relationship is "safe". He's like my Nakama (Brandon, as I'm sure you're reading this, it's a One Piece term I'll tell you about later). I'm not going to worry about anything about it. That's an achievement for me, I'm a worry-whore.
My mother can not get this through her head, and is mistaking my love for Brandon as romantic sort. After I got home from his house one of her questions was, "So, do you think he likes you?". This is after she has been informed he has a girlfriend he is completely besotted with, and that Brandon is my Best Friend. This makes me want to tear at my hair and tell her she's missing the point.
Gahasd;lfkjas.
^General noise of frustration.
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