Primordial Chaos

A lyrics from K-OS Born To Run. Love that song!

So, it's Sunday afternoon, and I have a 5 page paper due tomorrow, plus a couple of small easy assignments. I'm basically blogging to put it off. :P (I have written a page though, so I'm not totally wasting time.) I ALWAYS last minute essays. I guess I'm lucky in that I can and still churn out A grade work. Hey, last paper for this class I finished 20 minutes before class. It was 5 and a half pages. Single spaced. Was supposed to be double spaced. So I basically wrote an 11 page paper last minute. Got an A though. It's pretty ridiculous. I can write half-assed and it's still above and beyond anything most of my professors have seen. I abuse that endlessly. I haven't decided if saying that is bragging or a confession. It's true either way. I don't really put effort into writing assignments. I don't proofread them much either. I used to be REALLY OBSESSIVE about writing essays and the structure, grammar, spelling, etc. I'm thinking all that time (years, about 11 to be exact) focusing on it made it a second nature to me so it happens as I write, not after.

I have bacterial pink eye in both eyes. So my eyes are REALLY red and swollen, they were almost swollen shut yesterday. So late last night (right at the time change, actually) I couldn't sleep because of my eyes so I went to Wal-Mart to get some eye drops. I put on my hat (the one in my picture) to keep the store lights out of my eyes because light hurt my eyes. So I'm walking across the store to the pharmacy area, and there's this elderly woman looking at eye drops. She's not in my way so I just start looking for Similsan pink eye relief drops, which came highly recommended to me. So, the lady looks at me, stares for a bit, looks away, looks at me again, then says "Excuse me sir." (I always get lots of this when my hair is short. It's happened when I was in a dress, which kinda scares me.) I didn't realize she was talking to me right away, because, you know, kinda not a sir. Then she taps my arm to get my attention, and I look at her and ask if I can help her. I'm really resisting blowing up on her because she touched my forearm and hand, which is a huge no no. I roll up the sleeves of my jackets and coats even because I can't stand things touching my forearm. So she glares at me while looking me straight in the eyes and says: "You have some nerve coming into a family store like this intoxicated on illegal drugs. Eye drops won't cover that up, you know. You should do something else with your life instead of get high. You're irresponsible and an adult needed to tell you directly just how unappreciated such behavior is in our society."

There's so much wrong in her tirade that I'm not sure where to start. So, apparently at 26 I'm not an adult. That kind of ticked me off but at the same time it was cool to apparently appear young enough to be underage. Calling Wal-Mart a family store was amusing. Because guns and alcohol are totally family oriented. Calling me a sir irked me, also because if nothing else my BRIGHT GLITTER CONVERSE could of tipped her off. Then there's the whole she thinks I'm high cause my eyes are so red thing, then feels a need to scold me about it. That's fucking funny, first off. It's also pretty presumptuous and rude, a young person must be high instead of an eye infection/irritation. Now, I have no problem putting any one in their place, and this was no exception. Plus she touched my arm. I was already agitated. So I told her: "First off, it's ma'am, get your glasses checked. Second off it's bacterial pink eye, and I'm contagious. So getting up in my face was a bad move. I'm here to find some relief so I can sleep tonight. I don't need an adult to tell me what's up because I am 26 years old so an adult myself and I think I can take care of myself and my business. Lastly, I would highly recommend you not invade other people's personal space and touch them, especially on the hand. I've been scratching my eyes the whole time I've been here so there's your second exposure to the bacteria because it's surely all over my hands and is highly contagious. You're the one who needs an adult to tell you what's up, and I'm glad I could do you the favor." Grabbed my eye drops and walked off. Checked out, and spent 10 minutes in my car laughing my ass off, I was laughing so hard I wouldn't have been able to drive. See, my manners are only present when I concentrate and be very aware of what I'm saying. I was not in the mood to make such an effort for this woman, plus I felt like shit and she touched me. So she got told exactly what I thought since she felt compelled to share with me. So, apparently while laughing she'd come out and had gotten in her car, which in a stroke of luck was parked right in front of me. So she's getting settled and buckling up, and I hit my Xenons. More laughing ensues.

I tolerate nonsense from no one. I'd tell the pope to get bent. There's no such thing as status in my world, and that makes things pretty interesting. We live in a world where people get away with too much because people are adhering to some twisted sense of political correctness. People of different races won't tell another to change or whatever because they're afraid they'll be labeled racist. I don't play that game. You get told regardless of who you are. What people think of me for that doesn't matter.

I'll be glad when this damn infection is over so I can get back to normal. Can't run, was told to not go out while I'm contagious, can't pet the dogs cause it can transfer to them....I'm my own walking leper colony. I have a big pool of blood in part of my right eyeball too, and it covers a large part of the white. Which you can only imagine how attractive that is.

Alright, I'm going to go finish my homework and essay. That way it's all just done and I don't have to worry about it.

~A.