Just a glimpse

A few days ago, I was at the mall with my sister, and I was walking along and my eye glimpsed this one Lebanese girl. That girl brought back a lot of memories of how dumb some people are, and a reason why I became more defensive of my self.

The girl was obviously married because she had her daughter in a stroller. The girl is my age, and she is, how can I say this politely, hmm, a TOM BOY! Yep, an Arab girl Tom Boy. She would pick fights with anyone because she just wants to show that she is tough. She also comes from a big family, and has many siblings. So she found it a great thing to brag about every single day. “Me and my family will come kick your ass! We were suspended from high school all the time, because when a person messed with one of us, that’s what we do! ” Blah blah. That’s all she bragged about.

You will then ask me, “why were you hanging out with her Mona?”

Well, I like all kinds of people. I was never picky with friends in University, and I love all kinds of personalities, I am diverse. If you are an Arab, then ahla wa sahla (hello)! However, we all learn things the hard way. So let me tell you the stupidest story ever.

In the beginning of the school year, what I do is rent out a locker in the middle of University. I used it to put my books and gym clothes in it, and even lunch. I was poor, so I brought my own lunch. A close friend of mine at the time shared the locker with me, because I rented the big one. It was like 40 bucks for 8 months, and smaller ones were 30. So hello! 10 bucks more won’t kill me. Anyways, so I shared my locker with my friend, and we never had a problem at all with left over food rotting, or smelly clothes, etc.

Few weeks passed, and I slowly started seeing more stuff in the locker. I didn’t know who it was for, and why they were in this locker. I thought it was my friend’s, but it didn’t seem like her style of shoes or clothing. It was just not her, and I knew that. So I had my suspicions to who it could be. So, I confronted my friend and asked her, “who are these things for? There are dirty shoes, a sandwich and books that are taking up the entire locker.” My friend said, “oh, it is so and so (Lebanese Tom Boy girl), and she just needed to put it here for today.” So I said, “Why not. It’s only a day.”

A day won’t kill me, and people know I am a very nice person. I don’t care about these things, but I just like to know everything that is going around me.

So, day one passed, day two, three, a week, 10 days, two weeks. The locker smelled! I told my friend in an angry tone, “please tell her to take them out! There is no room here and it smells.” My friend said, “why don’t you tell her. I told her already, but she has been too busy or didn’t bother to come with me here so she can take them out.”

At that point my blood was boiling, but I didn’t know where the Tom Boy girl was, and I didn’t have time to deal with her now. So I took out my Post-it note pad, and I wrote, “Whoever stuff is in here that smells like SHIT, yes your stuff XXX, the shoes, clothes, or whatever, please take it out by the end of the day! Thank you. Mona.” And I wrote the date on it, and stuck it on the back of the locker’s door. So when it was open, she would see it! That’s if she did I thought. My friend looked at me and said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I said, “I don’t care. What will she do? Take her stuff out and come to her stupid senses.”

Yes, I am one of those passive aggressive people, and I should have taken a picture and submitted it.

Anyways, later that day, my friend came to the library looking for me while I was sitting in a cubicle. How she found me? Well, I used to only sit in certain spots, I am very predictable.  So she found me and said, “umm, you need to come downstairs now.”

So I follow her downstairs and go to the student centre in the middle of over 500 people eating. The Tom Boy girl had the note in her hand, and she comes close to me. She screams at me, “what the fuck does this note mean? Who the hell do you think you are Mona? Do you know who you are dealing with here?” I was in shock. Why the hell was this girl screaming at me in the middle of everything over a stupid note? I told her, “You had your stuff in the locker for over two weeks, and I didn’t pay for it to smell, and I was not sharing it with you.” She got more mad and said, “I was going to take my stuff out today! You didn’t need to be a bitch and write this stupid note! I was going to do it anyways!”

Then the unexpected happened. She came closer to me, and placed her hand on my chest, and pushed me back really hard that I almost fell. I was in utter shock. I couldn’t speak. My friend was next to me and her eyes widened from shock as well. I looked at both of them, and I just walked away. I was not going to pick a fight in the middle of University. I was so in shock, I started running away back to the library. My friend ran after me, and then stopped me and said, “You shouldn’t have written that note.”

My blood was boiling, and I said, “Excuse me? I was not supposed to write that note, fine. I understand that, but was she supposed to PUSH ME really HARD in the middle of everything?” She said, “Well, you know her, and she was right. You should have not written such a note and stuck it inside the locker.” I said, “Did she even fucken take her stuff out?” My friend said, “No.. but she did see the note.” I said in a very angry tone, “FINE! Tell her to fucken take her stuff out now, or I am throwing them in the garbage can! Oh, that goes for you too!”

My friend was in shock, and I walked away. I was so mad that I didn’t know what just happened. Two or so hours later, I went back to my locker cause I was about to go home, and saw that both their stuff was still there. I thought to my self, God, people don’t fucken listen. I brought a garbage can from down the hall, and placed it under the locker. I was about to touch their things and throw them out, and then thought to my self, no. I can’t do it. So I just decided to leave and not stoop down to their level.

Next morning, I went to MY locker, and their stuff was gone. I thought to my self, wow, this locker is bigger than I thought. I forgot how it used to look like when I first got it.

Why oh why some people make the biggest deal about the stupidest things, and then they blame you for telling them how you feel? Sounds like my blog.

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