Today I had an ‘important exam’ so I had to go outside. Outside, where there are people. Real people. Not the virtual world but actual crowd of living organisms, all kinds of them.
So, once you’re outside, whether you like it or not, you need some basic dodging-long-conversations/maneuvering-your-way-through-limited-words skills. And, I must say that I’m pretty good at it. I don’t even get noticed while doing so (or so goes my vivid imagination that i don’t). But, today was different.
Well, I am standing there in front of the building
because going inside would’ve made me even more nervous minding my own business, juggling between the useless umbrella, (it has been raining crazy like a freaking sea decided to evaporate and come down all at once) my scarf, my bag and glasses, so yeah, I was quite occupied. And that is when it happened…my umbrella ‘touched’ another girl’s umbrella. Just a slight poke. No holes. No eye damage. No i-choose-you drama…
“Watch what you’re doing?” , she said, in one of the most cruelest tones I’ve ever been talked to. I said my apologies, stared at her for a while then decided to look away.
I understand that she might have been flustered and confused because of the exam but…WHY ARE PEOPLE SO IMPULSIVE?! As I said, it was not on purpose or anything…but anyway when things like these happen I tend to get extremely self-conscious. My thoughts get all messed up. My nervousness doubles. And the lingering anxiety kicks in.
It was already cold, and (to my utter disbelief) I stared shaking!?
Twenty minutes of disarrayed thoughts, tangled with loss of courage to move. I am not sure what happened. Maybe I was out after a long time, that’s why. It was strange and I feel uncomfortable even thinking about it.
After that I went in the building to find the room and there I saw the girl again, and guess what? She was fighting with the invigilator.
“This is not the first time I am here for an exam!”
“You don’t tell me the rules!”
“I know what I have to do!”
She was shouting. The examiner was looking at her with patience. But, she wouldn’t stop.
Hah! I had had enough of her already…
found the computer with my serial number on it, sat down on the seat, and closed my eyes for the next five minutes…relieved that I did not get on her bad side.
Don’t worry you’ve read all of that for this fabulous song.
Okay. Bye. xx
I don’t understand how to end these…”Dimecdotes” (Dim cause that’s the first three letters of my name (tragic, i know), and they might actually be dim-anecdotes so…yeah…look forward to more of these! Please.)
I’d love to hear if you have had any recent going-outside-after-a-long-time issues. Please share! ❤