bitterdiva

"Uh-oh sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays"

The weekend was one of the best that I’ve had in a long, long time. In fact although I was extremely busy over the course of 2 and a half days I was highly productive, socially that is. However, academia suffered greater – but who gives a rat’s ass about papers and exams right?

Friday night my two roommates and myself went to a concert that was balanced out to mediocre by a couple of fantastic high points with a droning constant state of low points. Saturday I spent a portion of the day with my “little brother” whom I haven’t seen in about a year. I also saw the notorious lover of Chinese lesbians with goiters. Some people never change; he’s one of them. Later in the evening after dinner I headed up a couple of blocks to my fraternity. I saw my Big Brother, my bubbas, my old pals and some new pledges and brothers that I haven’t a clue as to what their names are. I’m a bad, bad brother. Sunday was a beautiful day filled with a trip to church, Target, and Borders. I was about to do laundry when it dawned on me at the place that I left my wallet home. Oops.

Now anyone around me knows that when I take a day off or half a day of vacation time, I expect certain things. Like, oh, the secretary to be in so there’s someone to answer the phones. I guess the drink fairy paid a visit and messed up someone’s gastro-intestinal system. This time she was prepared with some Immodium, but still didn’t show up. Being the bitter and angry person that I am, I informed my superior coworkers that I was in fact leaving when I was and it’s not my problem that someone can’t show up to work a complete week in over a month.

The weather gods were shining down upon the land and the fierce goddess embarked on her journey to the land where freshman read on a 7th grade level. The sun beat down and heated up the land, the goddess sweated profusely and sought refuge in the shade before she turned into a puddle. Whilst waiting for her chemistry-able colleagues to arrive a young man approached the goddess. He, although physically disabled and dependent mostly upon a wheelchair, proceeded to strike up a conversation and continued to hit on the goddess.

One of the things I understand is that although people have disabilities, it doesn’t mean that they’re capable of nothing. A person with a physical handicap is just as mentally with it as the next person, barring the fact that the person is in fact mentally there. It’s just the brain-vocal interface that’s all messed up. They have emotions and thoughts just like anyone else but the vocalization of these things comes more difficult to the person. It also turns a short 5-minute non-handicap conversation into a 30-minute one.

I give the guy mad props for asking out a female, he doesn’t let his disability get him down. I sometimes wish that more men (non-handicapped) would take a couple of lessons from this Don Juan. So what exactly came out of this conversation? The guilt I felt for this guy asking me to take a walk was just too unbearable and I graciously accepted his digits. He wanted me to call him this evening and arrange a walk Wednesday after I got out of work. Me being the tremulous person that I am immediately left the situation after making a commitment she wasn’t going to follow-through on, although adding in a clause that stated she was probably not going to follow through, wished the gentleman a nice day and proceeded to find her colleagues.

I do now believe that this is another notch added to the headstone that’ll send me straight to hell, do not pass purgatory, do not collect $200. Game over, thanks for playing.

12:04 PM

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