2004-12-09 - 2:51 p.m.
I wrote this in a notebook around 11:45 this morning so I wouldn't forget the details later:
I have had the strangest and most frustrating encounters with people around campus latly. I'm at the library now, sitting at one of those writing desks. I *was* sitting comfortably on a couch, holding a hot chocolate and reading, but a guy came up to me and said
"Excuse me. Are you sleeping on this couch?"
I shook my head.
"Well, could you move then? To a chair or something? Because I want to sleep on this couch."
I couldn't believe it. Nevertheless, I gathered up all my books and hot chocolate and cell phone and jacket and left. This took a long time and he offered to help.
I said no thanks.
Walking over to this desk, I passed about four empty couches. Now I'm really angry at myself for moving. I always end up reseigning in situations like these because one thing I cannot stand is getting into a silly arguement with an idiot. (Especially in a wuiet library, where I thought reading or even studying was a higher priority than sleeping, but apparently not.) ANd to start an arguement about how I had every right to be sitting on that couch and why did he feel the need to kick me off the only occupied couch instead of sleeping on one of the many unoccupied couches, would just be loud and silly. And I wouldn't want anyone to tell me "Could you lower your voice? I'm working." Like some lady did yesterday in the language lab. The way she said it implied that I and the classmate I was with weren't working, that we had only come in to put on a headseat and speak French into a microphone as part of an elaborate game called "Pretending to Do French Homework."
I'm really angry at myself for not saying anything to her or the guy who made me leave the couch. I'd liek to feel I won with quiet dignity or something, but no, I wish I had hgiven them nasty answers. Although I'd probably feel like a monster about it later.
