small irks?
Apparently a friend, or rather a colleague is upset when i told her that many people thinks that she is a clean freak. She just has this thing for being clean. You can tell just from watching the way she washes her hands -- vigorous scrubbing and drying with paper towels, opening doors with a paper towel wrapped around the handle etc.she: I am upset. why do all of you think this way of me?
: because its true? U can't deny that right?
she: ya, but how well can all of you know me??
: we don't have to know u that well to know that you have a thing for being clean...
she: i just don't like the idea of being judged by others.
: its inevitable. we judge each other all the time.
She, coincidentally, also fondly known as waffle gal, is the same person who a few years back confided in me
"you know sometimes when i am washing my hands, i feel like i can't stop washing them"
There is this guy who i like to accuse of being a chauvinist. He likes to make huge sweeping statements, oftentimes, very stereotypic ones as well. While i on the other hand, seems to fall into a sadistic trap of wanting to put him down whenever he makes such statements.
he: a gal who looks so good can't be eating alone!
Ash: no, a pretty gal can eat alone, why not? she gets hungry!
I really hated that. It implies that not-so-pretty gals eat alone because they can't a guy/someone to eat with them?
Sometimes, i enjoy being by myself. I am sure there are pretty gals out there who do too. Shopping and getting hungry and having to eat alone. Some people i know like to sip coffee while watching the world go by. Do nothing in particular. Just being alone, being quiet and contemplative perhaps.
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It was a Thursday morning. You were wearing that ratty little Dartmouth t-shirt you look so good in. The one with the hole in the back of the neck. You'd just washed your hair and you smelled like some kind of flower. I was running late for surgery. You said you were gonna see me later and you leaned to me, you put your hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. Was quick, kinda like a habit. You know, like we'd do it every day for the rest of our lives. You went back to reading the newspaper and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed.
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