Contestants – I see a trend…

Just today I had the revelation that when I switch jobs that I’ll miss the constant interaction with people on a daily basis. To an extent I really do like it. Here’s a few of the more entertaining people and situations that I face up to on a regular basis.

Mr. Random
This gentleman is someone who I believe I had once before as a customer. I remember his face if not his account and name. He must have made some comment before that’s why I remember his face. He is not bad looking and reminds me of a younger version of a friend I have though he is probably around forty-something.
So I’m busy doing his transaction and then he asks:
“Do you have brothers?” This time I’m thinking that I must resemble somebody he knows.
“No” I say.
“Is your father still alive?” Ok, so I’m thinking he must be know my father or he thinks we might be related or something.
“Yes he is” I say.
“Then he must guard you like gold eh?” he said all with a serious expression with a hint of a smile. Me now, I’m taken totally off guard so I just sheepishly half smile and say,
“No actually,” thinking that I don’t even live with my waste-of-time father and even when I did he never did “guard me like gold”. I guard myself. That’s the way it’s been always. Guess it has made me the person I am today. Thanks though Mr. Random.

Mr. Mentally Unstable
Now this gentleman is a regular customer. Comes into the bank like 20 times per week. When you first see him you definitely know he’s a little off and when he holds downs a conversation with you you definitely know he’s certified; which he is. Used to be a maths teacher I heard.
So apparenlty he is taken with my manners and always has to ask me some inan-ess like:
“What’s the equation for happiness?” or
“What do you think about the US rate being 6.whatever?” or
“What is the secret to sucess?” etc.
So me now, would politely answer as best as I could while doing whatever transaction he has.
Then one day braps he tells me:
“I bet you have nice neighbours”
“Why you ask?” says me foolishly,
“Because you”re a nice person, you probably living around nice people” and he goes further to say “I wish I was your neighbour”. X| …and I have to continue to be polite.

Mr. Genuine
This divorced forty-something year-old is a photographer. Since he started coming into the bank I usually always happened to get him as a customer. Started off with him making harmless, teasing remarks about my makeup matching my clothes. I was always friendly and polite to him. He seems decent enough. Then one day walking into my street coming home early from work, lo and behold he is driving out with his kids and hails me out. Further from this encounter I learn that we would’ve been neighbours but he recently moved and is only in my area to drop is kid’s nanny home. We seem to talk like friends now.
“Hey good-looking, so what you did for your long weekend?” he asks generally.
“Oh, Sunday was my birthday so…” I reply.
“Oh, happy belated then, how old are you now 28?” he asks. Of course I’m shocked that he thinks that I’m older than I am and it must have registered on my face.
“Noo 24.” So he goes on to explain that he always thought I was older because of the way I interact with people. Later that day I get surprise flowers. From him. Apology masked as a belated b/day gift? With a telephone contact #? I call him later in the day to thank him for the gesture. It was genuinely nice. His reply is that I’m a genuinely nice person and he was being nice to the people who are nice to him. Thanks then.

Mr. CreepyNoAss
This man must be 60-something and a regular customer. At first I was always friendly and talkative to him. Until his constant staring started to get really umcomfortable and downright unsettling and sick.
Some comments that came my way from him:
“Who do you take after?”
“My mother I belive.”
“Then tell her she is a beautiful woman.”
“…You have nice long fingers.”
“I’m a professional guitar player, when are you gonna come by me to learn guitar girl?”
“Just seeing you, you make my day.”
“I wish I was 20 years younger.”
…ICK! He is so creepy. He stares at me from the moment he steps inside. It is unnerving and impolite especially to my other customers who think he’s a fiend eyeing down the amount of money they are withdrawing. *shudders in revulsion* ick.

W.I.P.

Be careful what you wish for. Man, if you know how that expression has bitten me in the ass. And by the very said person who said it to me recently. I do not regret wishing for what I wished for. Every experience I suppose is worth something.

As time passes I think new answers to that decision/choice will occur to me.
Pride sometimes is all a person has to break, to break a stubborn person.
Break that person’s pride and you break them into doing what you want them to do.
Break my pride for my own good in your eyes. Sacrifice your happiness with me so that another person will not be broken.
Donkey Logic. I think I understand it this way.
Breaking the same person’s heart too in the process is unforgivable.
To understand it any other way is even more detrimental.

Reflection

How can I be a good person when I did the same thing that you did on that day? How?
How can you do this to me?
I understand your reasoning but that doesn’t mean I accept it.

Roads

How do you turn aside from something that will always be with you? Because not turning away may be detrimental. I feel as if I’m at crossroads. No, not crossroads. Just one straight road. Take it or leave it. My way or the highway.

Epiphany

Jazmine Sullivan – Lions, Tigers & Bears

Now that is a song that just about sums things up.

Am I the only one who thinks it’s an impossible task
Why do we love Love,
When Love seems to hate us?
Just cause I love you, and you love me
It doesn’t mean that we’re meant to be
Why does it feel like those who give in,
They only wind up losing a friend
But if we never try, We’ll never know
It’s better to have loved then not to loved at all
Not trying is worse than to stumble and fall
And if we do, I’d rather it be with you
Cause at least there will be sweet memories

I’m not scared of lions and tigers and bears (no I’m not)
But I’m scared of (loving you)

I’ve heard this song many times before but I never paid any attention to its lyrics until Saturday when it kinda just crept up into my eardrums and slapped me out of space.

Bankfcukrupcy 2

So the same situation again today except instead of no electricity we had no water.

And we remained open but closed 2 hours earlier. Joy.

BankFcukrupcy

So imagine a bank/branch that opens it’s doors and stays open for the entire day despite having no cash. As in ZERO dollars in notes because the vault is stuck and cannot be opened. No access to stored credit cards, ABM cards and drafts. No access to the day’s work/correspondence.

Guess what? We have Day 2 of the same shit tomorrow.

Also, no electricity or air condition for the better part of the day.

Truth

Silsila yeh chaahat ka na dil se bujhne diya.

(Literal) Translation: The chain of this love was not allowed to be extinguished from the heart./I haven’t let the lamp of our love be extinguished.

For me Devdas is a very emotional movie. One of the few that evokes mushy feelings from me. I recently bought the soundtrack to soothe emotions that had returned to me after much ado.

Some phrases that caught my eye and my thoughts in italics:

Slowly, it changed to love but it was still unsaid. A lot was left unsaid between us over the years.

…wrote a letter to her, asking her to forget him. Only, he didn’t realize that he would never be able to forget her ever! And much later, when he reached out to her, it was too late… I was told to move on with my life even though feelings would always be there. Leaves me to wonder if it was really too late.

…and they parted forever with a heart-broken Paro… Walking separate paths.

…Paro, on the other hand, performed her worldly duties sincerely, but inside her heart, she could never forget Devdas for a moment. Never could and never will.

It is my own mind

I’ve just resurrected the concept of blogging. It may take a while for me to get back into the habbit of writing. Something that I’ve left of for over 2 years now. Previous entries are just random thoughts every couple of months or so.

Arisen

I haven’t written in over a year maybe 2. Now that I am writing I’m feeling to stop.
It does not flow anymore. I remember when I first started to blog it felt like this too but that was 4 years ago.
Needless to say lots have happened since.
I can’t say I’m better off mentally in concern to a particular parental issue because it / they still plague me.
I’m in a new location geographically.
I’m am separated from the things I love the most.
I’m still pursuing my Degree. Now in the final leg – 4 months more.
I’ve lost a few more marbles.
I’ve gained some gray hair.
I’ve not gained any weight.
I’ve drifted from my friends.
It’s just work and school and the occasional outing.
I’m still with my boyfriend of 3 years and 2 months. Sometimes I wonder why.