...make me feel uncomfortable.
- Asking someone to stop talking on their cell phone while on the bus...(SF'ers get this)...I can't do.
- Trying to get a bartender's or a server's attention when I've been waiting too long to order...no, I can't.
- Letting a cashier know that I'm in a hurry as he chats away with a coworker or the customer he just finished with...can't do.
- Heck, I can't even tell someone they have something stuck in their teeth!
I let things eat me up inside until they become boiling irritations just because I can't say something simply...politely. I let it get to be so bad that sometimes I dream about what I'd say, the tyrade I would go off on, if I had the guts to be a mean person. In fact, however, I don't even have the guts to say something in a nice way. So now I'm stuck.
My neighbor upstairs walks like an elephant with heels on. And she/he walks back and forth across the apartment constantly. No rugs on the wood floors. Heavy walkers are one thing (heck, I'm one). But, with shoes on? C'mon! Have some respect. At 11:30pm on a Sunday night? Are you serious? The lack of consideration towards me, the neighbor downstairs, makes me think he/she does it on purpose. Dancing around their apartment, on the hardwood, reveling in the thought of my frustration downstairs. My sister says I should simply go and knock on their door and tell them how loud they're being. Me? I'd rather stew over and dream of how I'd pound on my ceiling with a broom at 2am on a Monday or write a nasty letter and leave it in their mailbox.
But at the end of the day, realistically, I'll end up doing nothing. I'll one day run into them at the front door and I'll smile politely all the while spewing venom towards them on the inside. I'm going to give myself a heartattack. I'm so lame.
Cowardice. That's what it is. Yuck. That's an ugly word in every sense.
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