I’ve been talking a lot about the same things lately.
I didn’t even realize that until I went back and re-read some of my posts. I guess the same kinds of things have been on my mind. I don’t think that they are negative, just thoughts on thoughts. Well, technically.. I suppose I haven’t been writing about much at all. Ironically, this post is a negative one (a rant, almost) and I seem to write more coherently when I am angry or upset.
Either way, today was a terribly bad day. One of the ear hooks on my beloved pair of glasses had a loose screw so I took it into the optometry office near the apartment. However, lazy bitches tried to screw it in, couldn’t do it, and then proceeded to advise me to take it into the store I bought it from. Luckily, I got it from Lenscrafters - which I’ve seen around China - but all the glasses stores that I saw today were retarded “Glasstiques” and not Lenscrafters. Okay, fine. I can get on a 14-hour flight with contacts. No big.
So I finally snap the chain of my birthday present and go to Tiffany & Co. to fix it. They tell me it’s going to take a month and cost me $70. Bright side? Cleaning the broken necklace is free. I’m not too bummed, since I’ll be going home soon to run all these errands and I look forward to a peking duck lunch. Oh wait, it’s 4pm. So of course the restaurant stopped serving food. To make matters worse, they don’t even know if they have peking duck for dinner.
Fine. I make my way home, turn on the air conditioning, pop in another Breaking Bad DVD, and start packing. Did I mention I texted David this morning about going to the gym today after he gets off work? Well, I did. So I’m waiting at home, packing my new suitcase while Walter White cooks meth on the telly. I get a call around 5:40PM.
David: I’ll be leaving work soon. Need to come home to get my stuff and we can go to the gym together.
Cool, I can burn off my horrid day with some yoga and spinning. A half hour goes by. Then another hour. By 7PM, I’m wondering when the hell we’re working out so that I can eat dinner since I didn’t have lunch. I’m all dressed, just sitting there watching more and more meth cooking. Irritated, I pick up my phone and text the fool if we’re still going.
David: You go. I’m going to be late.
Ugh. Great. Tell me an hour and a half later. So I drag my lonely ass to the gym near a Carl’s Jr. and do my workout. There’s shitloads of people and the whole lot of Chinese chicks just make me cringe because they really do nothing at all. Apparently, the culture here is to have squishy, skinny muscle-less mass so most of the members just chat away while sitting on the machines. I’m not even trying to be sarcastic or stereotypical. They really just do that. And the culture is really, really like that as well.. The spin room smells like doody and my instructor uses a lot, a lot of Chinese that I lost him in the first 5 minutes and just end up biking for half an hour on gear 12. But it’s okay, because I can grab a Carl’s Jr. burger after my sweaty workout. Hell, I’ll even get one for Dave since I’m so awesome!
Woah.
Wasn’t expecting the empty house. It’s 9:00PM for god’s sake. Poor kid must still be hard at work. I call his phone. No answer. I text him, asking him where he is. No response. Okay, that’s fine. I’ll take a shower. Poor, poor David so hard at work..Then I remember I have a manicure appointment tomorrow I don’t really want to go to. I text Flora to cancel our little spa date. Only then does David respond.
David: I’m eating dinner with Leo and Flora.
At the same time, I get a picture from Flora of a pool table and David right smack dab in the middle playing billiards with our coworker Leo. Doesn’t look like dinner to me. Flora goes on about how Leo is very good at billiards and that he’s a different person after a few drinks. She tells me she’ll talk to me later (like what, sleeping over again Flora?) or tomorrow. That it’s her turn to play pool.
So I’m pretty pissed at this point.
I have three days left in Shanghai. Well, two since I spent today by myself looking for presents to buy my friends who I wanted to spend time with, but they forgot about me. I’m not the type to keep things in when it counts and I actually think I am ridiculously patient with my friends. I kept thinking about whether or not I was allowed to get angry. I even text David asking him when it was unreasonable to be angry. Of course, he doesn’t respond anymore.
Side note: Flora sleeps over a lot. It really irritates me - the way she lives I mean. She’s very messy and annoyingly leaves all these little tissue wads all over the place. Not to mention, she’s like naked 50% of the time or only wearing a t-shirt with her boobies/vajayjay popping out all over the place. My super strangely open mother even questioned why she slept over all the time. Mommy believes Flo pretends to be a lesbian so that she could sleep with David. I don’t approve of it either. And Flora knows that. How? She took my diary from my desk and figured that I didn’t really respect how she crossed boundaries I personally set for my morals. She didn’t even have the guts to talk to me, just pouted through an awkward lunch, until I had to confront her. She started crying. And the next night, she gets super emotional-drunk and yells for an hour at me at the top of her lungs. In shoddy English. Cried some more. That’s a story for another time though, I suppose.
Anyways, I make it clear I am having a bad day and am not in a good mood since my “friends” just ditched the fuck out of me. I tell Flora not to sleep over tonight, since she does 4/7 days a week (trust me, I wrote them down).
Flora: I won’t anyway.
…Right. The next few lines I sent her, I meant honestly in the most humane way possible. I double and triple checked to make sure it wouldn’t be too offensive or make her cry (again).
Me: Okay. Just making sure.
Flora: Are you ok?
Me: Just a bad day. Tbh, it didn’t help that you straight up told me it was your turn to play pool. I’m leaving in 3 days. And what am I doing? Not spending time with my friends. But it’s not your fault. Everything went wrong today. And now I’m angry at myself for being so retarded and lonely. Lol and now it’s going to be awkward when dave comes home cause you tell him everything. - -“
….I got no response.
Goodness, I am so upset. Sigh, the frickin’ Chinese I tell you.
