Unspeakable Rudeness and Inaction

Some rude guy accosted me last night. Wendy’s being a public place, I was taken aback by his rudeness, and wasn’t able to react, much less retort to his rudeness. I mean this guy was really looking for a fight! He didn’t even mind that he’s with his girlfriend, and still he’s looking for a fight.


I could have (and probably should have) said a lot of things about him, but something just held me back. I still think it a blessing that my tongue automatically shuts down when I am put at an awkward situation, but I still feel that I should have done something to put him in his place… Probably with my foot pressing down on his windpipe.


I can take him. I know I could’ve. It doesn’t matter that he’s bigger than me. I know I am more agile, and that most of his bulk is fat and not muscle.


But I know I did the right thing not giving in to his aggression. It’s just this passive-aggressive behavior of mine kicking me in the shins for not doing something to lift my spirits up.




published in friendster blog December 11th, 2007

Work it, baby, yeah!

Today, I was given something to ponder about at work, and it kind of rattled me in unexpected ways.


A co-worker told me in confidence some possible movement in my current work position and I haven’t yet decided what to make of it. Just when I’ve decided to finish this year’s audit, then decide whether I would want to continue or not, here comes this possible 3rd option.


I can’t think of what to do with this info yet, so might as well store it deep and let it brew in my subconscious. I’ve six more months to decide, at least.




published in friendster blog October 5th, 2007