Eff Queue

I was at the bank last Saturday to claim my replacement ATM card for the one I lost. As it was the weekend, the queue at the bank was kilometric. No kidding. It snaked around inside the bank, and I waited for a total of an hour and a half.

Anyway, there was this woman ahead of me in the queue. After several minutes, she recognized someone ahead of us in the queue. She immediately left her spot in the queue and joined her friend, where they chatted merrily until she has taken the spot right behind her friend, thereby CUTTING IN LINE BY SEVERAL PEOPLE.

Now, as the woman was ahead of me, it didn't really affect my position in the queue. However, I think it's really effed up when people do that.

Dear Rude Woman Who Doesn't Know How to Fall In Line,

We're all waiting for our turn here. You can't just jump several people ahead of you because you saw someone you know. You're not even that intimate with that person, as your body language show, the way you try to fill in the gaps between your conversation with awkward laughter and small talks.

And IF your conversation with your friend is so damn important, your friend should JUMP BACK to your spot and let the people behind your friend JUMP AHEAD. That way, you didn't inconvenience anyone. And IF you two are really tight like that, it wouldn't be much of a bother if she did jump back to your spot, behind her in the line.

What you did is inconsiderate.

And yeah, I'm not singling you out. I'm talking to ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO EVER DID THAT MANEOUVER. Totally not cool, guys.

Trust Issues

I'm finding it hard to tell when people are being nice to me if it's because they're really good, nice people or if it's because I'm very good looking.

Like when random strangers smile at me when I walk down the street, I get paranoid. Are they trying to hook up, or do they really appreciate the weather that much? Especially when it's raining, and people ordinarily have no reason to smile at strangers, I suspect them.

It's much easier when I was just plain, borderline genius. Then, everyone was mean to me. Because I'm pretty smart, and it really shows. I think people naturally distrust smart people. I mean, look at the people we've voted into the legislative. The elected local government of Quezon City IS proof of this theory.

Now that I'm hot, more and more people are starting to care about my day. It's so weird. I'll be all naked in the sauna, and strangers will smile at me, and I don't know what to do. The polite thing is to smile back, yes, but it's like when you're in a safari and the panther is smiling at you, I think you shouldn't bare your teeth back at it because it might get provoked.

So, this is what I have to deal with now. Being unbelievably smart, and incredibly gorgeous. FML.

Every Time is Me Time

I've been single for the longest time. I'd like to think I'm single by choice, but I'm starting to suspect I'm single by karma. Or by curse.

On the upside, one thing I've learned in my long years of blessed singlehood, is that I cann basically do whatever I like without considering another person's opinion. I mean, really, why would I commit to someone who would keep asking me where I'm going and what time I'll be going home. I didn't file for emancipation as a minor for nothing.

Consider this: In the past 48 hours, I have done everything I needed to do this weekend. I went to Mezza Norte with my mates from the office, trained for Mixed Martial Arts with my awesome coach Mel, went to the bank, saw Dark Knight, then did cardio training, and now I'm working on my next novel before I head off to see my friend's play.

No hassle. No laborious explanation, no six degrees. What's not to love?

Fatal Distraction

I realized today that I'll never be as good a fighter as I want to be. I'm too distracted. I lose focus easily.

For the longest time, I know that my problem is being too easily distracted. I find it hard to finish my writing because I get distracted easily, I lose focus easily. Even at work, it's a struggle for me to sit down and finish one powerpoint presentation for a long period of time. I need to take constant walking breaks, or do a totally unrelated activity.

I suspect I may have ADHD. I know it's a treatable condition, and it must be treated if it gets to affect one's functionality.

But I don't want to. See, despite my short attention span affecting my life as a drawback, it has also been easily mistaken by people as my brilliance. When it comes to coming up with the wildest ideas for stories and concepts, my short attention span made it possible for me to make connections between totally disconnected ideas and concepts.

So, there.That's today's daily dillemma. How's yours?

Good to be Rude?

OK, help me out here.

There's this old dude in our gym who picks the scabs on his feet. I'm not talking about blistered feet here, because obviously, he's not athletic enough to earn himself blisters. I'm talking about GROSS open, festering sores.

Here's what he does every fucking time. He sits on the wooden bench, raises one foot, picks on the scabs, flicks the scabs on the floor, then pours alcohol all over his festering sores. Then, he moves on to the next foot.

It's so disturbing to see him do it in such a public place as the men's locker room. He's old, like late forties old. As much as I would like to treat the elderly with respect, I feel offended by his total disregard for other people's hygiene.

My question is this: Is it rude to confront him and make him stop? I'm really tempted to issue a cease and desist order, along the lines of "Hi, excuse me, but do you mind NOT doing that here? You're spreading the contagion that has infected your leper feet. Please stop leaving the rotten pieces of yourself all over the place."

I really feel like I'm on the right side here, but I don't want to come out like the bad guy. He's really gross. What should I do?