Thoughts Of A Crazy Person - Chapter 2

People are weird.

They like to touch one another even when it’s so fucking hot.

Me, I like my personal space.

I don’t like it when people get too near me and our elbows almost touch, especially women who put lotion on their arms. It’s sticky and hot so please stop bumping your sticky ass elbows on my arms.

There was one time when I had to go to the bank.

Why?

Because I’m a fucking adult!

But seriously, I just went because of an errand. Why would I bother going there if I don’t really have to?

We have atm’s to make our lives easier to withdraw some money but that wasn’t my purpose, so here I am.

I don’t know why the bank was so full but the line looked like a snake from an old phone in the 90’s.

Remember those?

Those brick-like phones that hurt when you threw them at someone, but they still survive the impact no matter how we abuse it.

Yes, those are the ones I’m talking about. Well, the line on that specific bank looked like that of a snake game. It was such a long line, that you’d pretty much get bored cause you have nothing to do.

Use my phone?

I would if I could but the guard would call on the people who are using their phone even though it’s just for playing.

Why do they do that?

Research on google sensei if you want to know.

I don’t freaking know everything in this world. I’m trying to figure out most of these things myself as I go on with my life.

Ask someone else.

But back to my story.

The bank was full pack with people, the cashiers were as slow as a sloth with their fastest speed.

You don’t know what sloths are? Watch Zootopia and you’d get a pretty good idea. Just don’t turn into “furries”.

Again, back to my story.

It was really hot that day, even when their air conditioner was on the highest setting. The pace was slow but that didn’t bother me.

What bothers me was the lady right behind me. She was sticking so close that you could probably feel her warm breath behind you.

The line hasn’t moved but she already takes one step, so what does that mean?

Does she have the ability to foresee the future and takes a step forward earlier than the others?

HELL NO!

She gets into contact with me and nudges my back, elbow or arm all the time.

Do you get it?

All the fucking time!

It’s fucking annoying. Even if you push me the line won’t go any faster sister.

Experienced one of those?

Did you like it?

If she was a beauty you’d probably say yes, right?

Well, I don’t!

But since I’m such a pussy, I let it go!

Just like what Elsa says in her song. Fuck it and let it go.

I don’t know how fast a bank in your country is but ours took me more than one hour standing in line waiting for my turn. That’s one hour of nudging from an unknown lady from the bank.

Hey, I could probably call out sexual harassment but did I?

No, I did not.

Why?

Because I’m a fucking pussy.

Did I not say that earlier?

I keep my head down and don’t want any trouble. That’s how I survive in society.

Some people might disagree and tell me. Why didn’t you tell the lady to stop and wait for her turn before moving?

Well, I couldn’t!

Do you know those people who cut in line to get ahead?

Seen some of those from time to time?

So do you do anything about it?

If you say yes, then I applaud you sir, for you have balls.

If no, then you are the same as me. We don’t bother to call them out even if they are wrong. We let them be, we let them pass and we ignore them.

We have these thoughts in our head but we don’t say it out loud.

Why?

Because there’s a chance it might get me into trouble.

Personally, I don’t like trouble and I don’t like getting involved.

So look for somebody else if you want a hero like figure.

You won’t find anyone like that here.

We went off topic.

So you must be wondering what happened to the lady who kept bugging me?

NOTHING!

That’s right nothing happened.

I finished my transaction and went my way.

I had a lot of time to think when I was in line with those people but it never crossed my mind to do anything about it.

I thought of the mother in front of me who lets her child run around a fucking bank without doing anything. Why did she bring her kid in the bank and not take care of her?

I thought of the man on my right side who was looking at the other woman with big boobs. Why are you looking at them so obviously? And yes her boobs are truly humungous but don’t be so obvious bro.

I thought of the old man who was standing instead of taking a seat and waiting for his name to be called since he’s a senior. Don’t you have priority because of your age?

Thoughts are thoughts.

Doesn’t mean I have to take action.

Same with the lady behind me.