Thoughts on June 25th.

I don't know what happened on June 25th, 1989. And that is because I was born on the 26th of '89.

Today two important things happened. Well okay four. I'll get through the vain things first.

1) I got a hair cut. She didn't cut it as short as I'd asked, but whatever I liked her. Too bad the cut was expensive...lol
2) I went shopping after the hair cut.

3) Then I went to 24hr fitness this evening. I saw what I thought was the epitome of "tall, dark, and handsome." Then I saw him up close. Well, no one's perfect.

4) I went to Pei Wei with my dad. We were in seperate cars because afterwards we took mine to Lute Riley Honda because there's something wrong with the driver's door.

Anyway I got there first, and as I was waiting for my dad I stood in the line but near the back and was just looking at the menu. A minute later a pregnant woman (I'd guess 4 or 5 months, big enough to tell it's not just fat, but not busting by any means) came in with three kids. They stood behind me and looked at the menu, and of course I listened to her talk to her kids. One of her kids asked her if they were meeting "Jenny" (I am going to put that name because I can't remember the girl's real name). And the woman told her kid that Jenny was in Houston and that he was "stupid" for asking that question because why would they be meeting her if she was in Houston. I shrugged it off. After a few minutes she abrasively asked me if I was waiting for someone or in line. I told her that I was waiting for my dad and she moved in front of me. A moment later my dad walked in, and we walked past her again and ordered.

Then we sat down at one of the booths, where there were two 4-person tables. The woman and her kids came up and took the other table, but asked to take our table because they had 6 people with them. It is important to note that she in fact abrasively asked this of us, too.

So we get our food and she and her kids and their other friend (another mom, not pregnant, and her son) come and are eating with them. The kids are talkative and adorable, but the mom (not the new one, she is nice and ignores her friend's bitchyness) is really just terrible when she talks to her kids. I ignore it mostly, and then I look over and see something that REALLY hacked me off. This woman's daughter is sitting next to her, and she has her face in her daughters face pushing her agains tthe wall, saying "Would you SHUT THE HELL UP?? Jesus christ!" and shit like this. The little girl (i'd guess like 8 years old) is sobbing and hiding her face for at least 10 minutes, while her mom just ignores her. Then I look over after she finally has stopped that she is clinging to her mother's arm, like she's begging her mom to forgive her. And her mom is just ignoring her daughter.

What the fuck is wrong with people. Now, I don't expect myself to have kids. I know that I'm not a good enough person to let my life become devoted to someone else. I accept that, and I don't think less of myself because of that. It's just who I am. I won't have kids. But seeing that just made me sick. I really wanted to say something to her. Like I literally feel like it was my obligation as a human being. I didn't because my dad didn't even notice and I didn't want him to think I was crazy..or something...whatever I just didn't and I feel terrible for it now. After we left, I was driving down Park and wanted to turn around and go back and say something to her. If I knew which car was hers, I would have keyed that shit. How the hell does she feel entitled to have children when she is too much of a fucking selfish BITCH to love them, or pay attention to them, or be patient with them? This woman doesn't deserve to have children. I really don't see how a God, if there were one, would let this happen. If I were God I would have made that woman barren as Arizona. Fuck, I wouldn't even let her find love and marry whatever man she's married to, who probably doesn't realize his wife treats his children like that. God dammit. The people in this world; who do they think they are?

Well, enjoy the middle class, sweetie.

-Benji