life's oddities
Aug. 26th, 2004 04:29 pmLife has been sucking this week. To my friends, especially ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
boudoir_no34, I'm sorry. I'll call you ASAP as soon as I get out of this funk.
Monday, I hit something with the boat (something underwater and hidden, probably a tree stump). That meant I made about $500 of damage on the propeller.
Tuesday, the steering cable on the boat broke (no fault of mine, just good ol' wear and tear). That meant I was out a boat, and about $2000 in damages added to my tab.
And today, as I exited the local public library after dropping off two books, a complete stranger, about 30-years old, 200-lb, six-foot bald-shaven guy zooms up in a black car, jumps out, and starts cussing at me, while doing the "I'm going to kick your ass" walk toward me.
"You fucking cunt" was the mildest of the string of obscenities he yelled at me, and now I'm not sure which is worse: that (a) I actually did something wrong to upset this guy this seriously, or (b) that he really hates all Vietnamese people this much. (Yes, I know I'm Chinese, but he didn't know that, because he called me some offensive names).
Surpringly, I didn't run for my car, which is what I would've done if I were thinking straight. Instead, I start walking all "tough guy" back at him, yelling "Oh yeah? Well... well--- Yeah, you go to hell!"
I know. I'm terrible with cussing people out. By this time, library security is running out the door and I'm standing there looking like an idiot as the guy runs back into his car and takes off while I'm screaming and waving my car keys at his disappearing car, yelling: "You asshole!" (I'm pathetic at insults, I've noticed).
Nevertheless, it really put a damper on my day. I've felt like shit all day since then, and I've been checking my rear-view mirror to make sure psycho-tough-guy-man isn't following me to rear end me and cuss me out some more. On top of this, despite my own protests, I've been racking my brain trying to figure out if I know this wacko stranger-- like if I was sleepwalking and pooped on his lawn, or while brushing my hair out of my eyes as I exited the library, he thought I was giving him the third finger. Or maybe, he really hates Vietnamese girls that much, but he's freaking 30 years old. I don't get it, but it's ruined my day.
boudoir_no34, I'm sorry. I'll call you ASAP as soon as I get out of this funk.Monday, I hit something with the boat (something underwater and hidden, probably a tree stump). That meant I made about $500 of damage on the propeller.
Tuesday, the steering cable on the boat broke (no fault of mine, just good ol' wear and tear). That meant I was out a boat, and about $2000 in damages added to my tab.
And today, as I exited the local public library after dropping off two books, a complete stranger, about 30-years old, 200-lb, six-foot bald-shaven guy zooms up in a black car, jumps out, and starts cussing at me, while doing the "I'm going to kick your ass" walk toward me.
"You fucking cunt" was the mildest of the string of obscenities he yelled at me, and now I'm not sure which is worse: that (a) I actually did something wrong to upset this guy this seriously, or (b) that he really hates all Vietnamese people this much. (Yes, I know I'm Chinese, but he didn't know that, because he called me some offensive names).
Surpringly, I didn't run for my car, which is what I would've done if I were thinking straight. Instead, I start walking all "tough guy" back at him, yelling "Oh yeah? Well... well--- Yeah, you go to hell!"
I know. I'm terrible with cussing people out. By this time, library security is running out the door and I'm standing there looking like an idiot as the guy runs back into his car and takes off while I'm screaming and waving my car keys at his disappearing car, yelling: "You asshole!" (I'm pathetic at insults, I've noticed).
Nevertheless, it really put a damper on my day. I've felt like shit all day since then, and I've been checking my rear-view mirror to make sure psycho-tough-guy-man isn't following me to rear end me and cuss me out some more. On top of this, despite my own protests, I've been racking my brain trying to figure out if I know this wacko stranger-- like if I was sleepwalking and pooped on his lawn, or while brushing my hair out of my eyes as I exited the library, he thought I was giving him the third finger. Or maybe, he really hates Vietnamese girls that much, but he's freaking 30 years old. I don't get it, but it's ruined my day.
