Wednesday, September 06, 2006
THE DIFFERENT ONE
So yesterday I was hearing a class with a friend of mine, we were sitting right next to each other and it was 8.30 in the morning, picture a class room full with like 300 people, everyone so silent that you could hear a pin falling on the floor. So there I am half sleep and half listening to the professor when my friend's cell phone started ringing this porno sounding song, everyone turned around and looked at me, I was so fucking humiliated, I didn't really care about the song even though it turned my face into fire in just one sec, I was more scared of the teacher yelling at the zone (zone: the area where we were sitting + people around us). I don't know why but I always get into trouble, I wake up day after day knowing that I will get into trouble somehow, no matter what I do.
So there I was sitting looking at her and all I could think was why was she taking so long to react it's her phone the one that's stripping, from my point of view she took like a year to move her hand into the purse and shut the fucker off. Don't worry the story doesn't end there, so you would think she would shut the fucker right off, but she instead decided that it would be better to whisper a sweet Hello!.
She took the call people. Not only is she the kind of person who leaves her phone on when she enters a class room but she is also the type of person who takes calls anywhere and talks while you are trying to hear the professor talk about lung cancer.
So she whispered for like another hour, not only had she embarrassed the entire zone, and we all know you just don't do that. But my brain needed to explain to others who didn't know her why she was acting like a cavern woman. I suddenly became her public speaker, I had to communicate to the zone why she was whispering, I told them that it was her mother the one who called her, and I didn't lie. I admire people who push the limit and don't care about anything, I have like a magnet for weirdos. Freaks love me, I love them back.
So at around 9 am I still couldn't pay attention with the whole whispering thing, my notes look as white as a summer cloud.
Anyway she ends the call, and says I love you mom. And I'm like what the fuck was all that about, except for the fact that the words that came out were, Is everything ok?, she is like yeah, she just wanted to know if I could buy her a bra. I'm like ok thinking to myself, I can take this, it's a classic ( those are the moments were I feel like I'm Truman and the entire world is waiting for my reaction to the word bra), and that's when it hit me, I'm so so so different from the people I hang out with, I would never say the words I love you to my mother, I mean I love her with all my heart but we are not that kind of people, if I were to use the words ''I love you'' while talking to my mother, she would probably think that I'm dying or something.
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