Hey all, sorry for the lack of activity and the lack of *good* submissions as of late.
Lots of stuff has been going on, but in my *other* life.
Heh, my roommate this quarter is a party animal, so I often wind up getting drunk at random parties. Hey, it's actually good fun if you don't go overboard. But, the sad thing is that alcohol can really bring out a person's dark side.
I shall recount two recent experiences which really drove this message home for me...
Last weekend, I went to a friend's party and met some really nice people. One guy, AJ, was especially chill. Oh, but that changed when the girls came. We mingled for a while, and all got pretty drunk. Jess was the nicest to me out of all the girls, so I in turn was especially nice to her. At one point, I offered to take a picture of Jess, but she left to use the restroom. AJ sat down with me and told me in a "just so you know" fashion that Jess thought I was a creep and didn't want me talking to her. I ALMOST believed him because Jess left, but she seemed too nice before. He told me not to worry and to have another drink. I was like, "um...o...kay." Soon, I found her watching a beerpong game. Then, AJ hovered over her, poured her a drink, and started whispering in her ear. I knew then he was lying. I was drunk enough to approach him without fear, but fortunately sober enough not to go crazy. I approached him lightheartedly so as not to cause tension.
"Aw, you shady dawg! I know what you're up to!" I said, laughing.
"Huh?" He suddenly became serious.
"You were so lying about Jess!" I said, still jokingly.
"Listen," he said cooly, "I was just saying what she was feeling. She just couldn't express it. It's too bad you had to misinterpret that."
I was amazed how he could lie like that so effortlessly, and so skillfully despite being drunk. It was actually...a bit scary.
"Hey, it's cool," I told him. "If you want her, that's fine." For now, I'd just pretend to give in. Everything would be resolved with her.
"Ey, listen. I don't even want her, a'ight? Besides, she has a boyfriend."
"Really, now?"
"Yeah, so whatever."
"Okay, that's cool." I said, finally backing off. "I'll be watchin' ya though!"
I couldn't tell if he was lying about the boyfriend part, but it meant that at least HE couldn't try to get with Jess. Unfortunately, I soon began to felt really sick and awful. I drank a bit too much too fast, and my ultra-low tolerance forced me to leave early. I was dismayed because I didn't even get Jess's contact info, and she was probably gonna get picked up by one of the jocks. I was pretty glum the rest of the weekend. On Monday, however, I received a strange untitled Facebook message. It was from Jess!
She actually apologized because she heard that AJ was "being rude" to me. That really made me feel better. On the downside, it turned out she did have a boyfriend (out of state).XP But, I was just glad she liked me enough to bother sending an apology.^_^ Also, I never actually learned who informed her.
I owe that person some serious thanks, though I keep forgetting to ask.XS Well, alright, after this journal...
THE NEXT INCIDENT. happened just today.
I was just biking home, when some assholes threw a waterballoon at me, missing by just a few inches. Now normally I'd just laugh off an innocent balloon, but the way they laughed really irked me. Imagine a fat, 23-year old Nelson from the Simpsons going "HAW-HAW!" It was so bad, I paused a moment an just stared in disbelief.
"HA-HA! GOTCHA SUCKAAAAH!!" They yelled.
I notice some pedestrians watching remorsefully. Acknowledging their sympathy, I shook my head and kept biking...
"HEY CHING-CHONG! DON'T CALL THE COPS!"
"YEAH, JUST BIKE HOME!"*more laughs* "LITTLE ASIAN FUCK!!"
O_O...Was that even real?! They called me "Ching-Chong"... I haven't heard that since middle school... I couldn't believe such immaturity existed...
I was baffled, but kept moving till I reached home. ( which as it turns out is actually just across the street, two houses down.XP )
Anyways, I was pissed.
But, at the same time I knew there wasn't much I could do.
Was I going to start a fight? I'd probably get arrested. Maybe I'd vandalize their house later. But, then I'd be hurting everyone in the house, not just the jerks. I felt I should just ignore them... but, it just didn't seem right. This wasn't just drunken stupidity, this was RACISM. I couldn't just let them off the hook, like being drunk makes that behavior okay.
Quickly, I grabbed a carton of eggs out of the fridge and (for self-defense) my roommate's steel bat. If things were to go that far, I would be ready.
I returned to the asshole house. The assholes were gone, unfortunately, but another guy was smoking outside. I called out,
"YO!! Excuse me, sir!"
"Huh? Yeah?"
"You know who was out here throwing water balloons a few minutes ago?"
"HUH?! Sorry dude, I can't here you!"
"SOME FUCKER THREW A WATER BALLOON AT ME, AND YELLED AT ME RACIAL SLURS. PLEASE BRING HIM OUT AND HAVE HIM APOLOGIZE, AND I WILL REFRAIN FROM EGGING YOUR HOUSE!"
"Oooh.."
He closes the glass sliding door. I could see people gathering round and discussing what to do. I watched and waited for several minutes I think. Some girls actually came up to the door to look at me, and even waved at me for some reason. It was strange, I couldn't tell if it was sincere or an insult, but somehow I felt cool. I waved back with eggs in my hand. (I didn't mean it as a threat, but I think it scared them. Oh well..
)
Anyways, of course they couldn't let the assholes out, so they sent a Philipino guy out instead. He kindly apologized and went on about how they were drunk. I replied, "Okay, I understand. Nothing wrong with an innocent little water-balloon. BUT! They called me 'Ching-Chong' and 'little Asian fuck.' No matter how drunk-off-your-ass you are, that is
no excuse. Alright? Is it 1945 still?! Un-fucking-acceptable. Please, tell them this: If you know you're gonna be like that when you're wasted, DON'T GET FUCKING DRUNK."
"Alright! don't worry, I'll tell them. Sorry again."
"Hey, it's alright. Sorry if I seem like a prick coming out here too. I'm a nice guy normally."
"Cool, thanks man. Take it easy!"
"Please tell them, though."
*patting my shoulder* "Hey, I promise."
That was good enough for me.
I felt a lot better after that. ^^ You know, it's strange... A few years ago I couldn't interrupt a conversation out of fear of sounding rude. A guy could push over my bike an I wouldn't have the guts to complain.
But now... Perhaps the hip-hop finally got to me.
At any rate, I'm proud.
Most of all I'm glad I didn't resort to passive-aggressive behavior.
That rarely works out, and doesn't even feel good after.
It's always best to be
straightforward when expressing discontent in ANY situation.
Make sure you're prepared, though. The key is being prepared. You don't need a weapon, for any threat can be used against someone, even the threat of getting hurt yourself (that is, getting hurt and suing them). Of course, friends are the best thing to bring. You needn't feel guilty about it either, but don't expect them to just drop everything for you any time.
Alright, I'm getting preachy.XP
Really, I just wanted to vent/brag.
Oh, and tell a good (and 100% true!) story.^^
Let me know if you enjoyed my stories.^^ I'd love to post more updates and random thoughts if you're willing to listen.
I don't wanna bring you down. I just wanna let you know that I'll still be pretty dead here for a while.
Well, at any rate, thanks all you watching and reading my drivel.
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