the highschoolness of early twenties BOYS.
i am twenty-seven years old. i find absolutely no amusement in you playing "keep away" with my drink. nor do i want you putting my straw in your mouth and then setting my drink on the floor of the bar...especially in china when you KNOW what is on the floors...
i don't care if you think you are flirting with me...if you deem yourself old enough to go out to a bar and hang with those of us that have moved beyond highschoolness behavior in that department...you should have found a better way to flirt.
i don't care if you are threatened by me and feel like you need to try and assert your pitiful excuse for wannabe alphadogness. i will beat you down, little bitch.
and i have been here longer than you. and i will be here long after you have left. you haven't bothered to find out one actuality about me... you don't know me, what i am capable of, and who around me will back me up if i clock you in your face.
don't make me ask you to stop what you are doing 3 times. i will get loud. i will get pissed, and i know that i will be justified because you couldn't fucking respect the simple request of a person asking you to stop what you are doing with something that is not yours.
when someone stays, "stop. put my drink down," it in no way translates to, "please put my straw in your mouth and then set it on the floor."
what sucks the most...is that i am going to be subjected to sharing airspace with this jack off at a friend's party tomorrow night...which he was only invited to because he is a co-worker of someone's and overheard talk of it.
i am so bored with belligerent assholes... especially the tiny, anty ones that i am dying to just squash or burn with a magnifying glass.
one thing that can suck about supposedly looking so much younger than my age is that these tiny little boys actually think that they can school me when they are blacked-out drunk.
on a brighter note...looks like i get to see my friend anson for an hour or two tonight before he goes to his parents' home in haining for the holiday. i miss him lots. he technically lives in hangzhou...but he is almost always away doing inspections of factories for his company. he always makes me smile. he is actually quite possibly my oldest ongoing friend in china. so there is some happiness to be had...despite my cold which seems to have reappeared just when i thought it was on its way out.
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