I feel like my little cousins, yelling when they don't get something they really want. I look back on today and wonder "What is wrong with me?" I feel like such a self-centered person for what I did today at lunch.
I placed my backpack down like I always do, and then I walked away. I came back two minutes later to find it had once again been moved from where I put it originally. I consider my self slightly organized with a horrible temper (this will make sense later). I grabbed my backpack, walked away and then threw it against the wall where people weren't in the way. When it landed on the ground I kicked it against the wall repeatedly and then kicked the wall. This of course grabbed the attention of my group of friends. Nichole, the considerate one of the group asked me what was wrong. Everyone must have thought I started my period or that I was just plain crazy and hunting for blood. I yelled; I yelled about how I could never find my backpack after putting it down because someone always moved it. I yelled about how this has been going on for three months. I yelled and I yelled. I even yelled that I didn't care what was in my bag anymore. I didn't care that my glasses were in there. I left the hallway where we ate lunch and I just paced for ten minutes trying to calm myself down.
Truthfully, my actions must have been a large scare for them because when I came back they were afraid of me. They were probably convinced I would be out for blood. Now that I think about it, it's funny. Why would someone be out for blood over a backpack? Heck, why would someone yell about a backpack? Nichole come over and appologized saying that she moved my backpack three inches to sit there. Then told me Amber (the girl that just won't go away, but everyone hates) decided she wanted to sit there so she tossed it. Two of our other friends were trying to make sure I didn't beat anyone up. I was already calm by then though.
The rest isn't really relavant, but my "mother" figure in the group helped my make one of our friends, Joe, look like a fish. What's funny is that there is a guy in our group who's last name is Fish. He thought we were calling for him. Then after struggling to show Fish that Joe can look like a fish, Joe fell down on Fish's backpack saying how comfortable it was. Rachel and I later wondered what would happen if they where in the same school of fish and tried to reproduce. We wanted to know who would be the male and who would be the female since the male has to carry the babies. We came to the conclusion that Joe would carry the babies so Fish was the female in the relationship.
 midnight-mystic-dragon · Thu Mar 22, 2007 @ 04:19am · 0 Comments |
