Yo... I don't know if it's just me, but when I say "How you doin'?" I don't really want to know how you're doing. It's just an expression like "What's good?". Do you really list what's good when asked this question??? NO. So don't tell me about your whole life when I say "how you doin'. I don't really care! I know this may sound a little brutal but people have a tendency to tell me their whole life story when I say "How you doin'?", OR if I don't say anything at all! This, to me, is not really a question... more like a statement, like "hi". Say "I'm good", or something like that, and keep it movin. I don't know if I have a "converse with me" face or what, but the strangest people decide to come up to me and start a random a** conversation! Why do people insist on talking to me?! Examples.. (these can go on forever)
I sat next to this guy on the bus... I'm wearing headphones and everything, and he decides to talk to me. Not ask me a question, but actually have a conversation. He goes "I don't know about you, but it's pretty hot outside". NO, you DON'T know about me, so why are you talking to me?! I start lookin around like "Who me?"... So I just do what I normally do when I don't know what the hell people are talkin about... Smile and nod. So I put my headphones back in... then he starts talking to me AGAIN about how cold the winter is going to be and how his bones froze last winter. I DON'T GIVE A F***! Then he desperately leans over to see what I'm reading so he can talk to me about that! NO! So I purposely cover the title of the book.
Same day, I'm in line for the bathroom, I ask this girl if she's next (yes or no question) so she starts tellin me about how she thought she got her period and how bloated and nauseated she is. WTF?! All I want to do is use the bathroom!
I ask this dude what page we're on in class... he wants to know my name and starts talkin about how tired he is and the type of music he likes... WUT F***IN PAGE ARE WE ON?!
I go into a store, ask the price of a shirt, the girl starts talkin to me about my hair and how she would love hair like this and blah blah blah... I DON'T EVEN WANT THE DAMN SHIRT NO MORE!
This guy comes up to me at the train station, asks me for directions, I can't help him, I'm not from that part of town. So he starts tellin me about how he's waiting for his boyfriend to get off the train, and how he went to NYU but got kicked out and that he's Italian, and he's a chain smoker, then shows me a picture of his boyfriend. And as if THAT wasn't already too much information... he starts tellin me about how he prefers the bottom and he... CONVO OVER. WTF?!
These can go on forever... Now I know I don't usually blog about stuff like this but I just needed to get that off of my chest. I don't get people... Now if I just yelled "shut the f*** up!", I'm a crazy bi***. Well so be it, cuz that's what's going to happen the next time.
Don't get mad... Get pretty
Mean Girl #1
LOL!!
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