It's Not My Karma on the Line
In my attempt to write in the blog as truthfully as possible, I have to touch upon the whole function of the trip to Italy. You see, today, something funny happened. I managed to make my sick ass outside and do something constructive after 2-3 hrs of dillydallying doing other random things. As I am coming back along Westfield Way, a girl shouts out my name: it is Marron, a girl who seems really nice and I always have funny and good conversations with when I talk to her although always shortly. Well, she knew that we were all going to Italy the last I spoke to her. Which I found shocking, but not entirely odd since she was once on the list of those supposing to come, but dropped out soon after.Anyway, the first thing she asked me was: How did you guys get along on the trip? I told her we had a really nice time, everything was great. But of course, as much as this is true, there were some bumps along the way. It was a test to my acting abilities that I made it through the last 2 days of the trip. She asked me specifically about one of the girls, who 2 other people, along with my self, who have mentioned her "tone" and attitude when speaking. Apparently I am not the only person who has noticed this demeaning and "what are you- stupid?" tone that permeates every single syllable of every word that she has. I asked her why she asked me, as it was interesting to me. "Oh, I was just asking you know, because I know she has that way of talking." She proceeded to then tell me that when she went to Paris with her, she noticed this and was put off, but on subsequent trips to Prague and Scotland, she was then accustomed to her tone, and when aggrivated would simply turn to one of her good friends here. She has concluded that the girl is "nice" referring to her as "my girl" and such. I told her that I picked up on this girls tone a while ago, and the rich girl on the trip had even mentioned this before to me, and said that she dreaded spending another week in Spain with her, after Italy was done.
This girl, was completely annoying. My god, have I ever met someone so unaware of her tone? Please, whatever happened to tact? I don't think she knows what that means at all. Marron, but it perfectly, she described it as "demeaning" Now, that is well put. I hadn't even thought of it that way. But that is her-she is demeaning. Everyone is stupid but her. I don't want to say that she is a bad person, but I know now that no matter our little glances of nice conversation that I still don't like her. I was trying to be a nice person, but her and the rich girl alike turned out to be the two who had no issues with eachother, and instead prodded me until I, had to remove myself away from them on the train to Venice for a good 2-3 hours. Yes. It was that bad.
On a good note though, they didn't ruin the trip, in fact, when I think of the Italy trip, they don't come to mind at all. It is as if they weren't there. This is good for me. We did have a great time though-well, I did. I was immearsed comeptely. But that doesn't mean the interactions between us all were positive. I felt like the "clown" and "idiot" pretty much through the trip, because I think I was a little worn down of her "are you stupid?" attitude that even the rich girl picked up on and begin to partake in, I guess for shits and giggles.
Oh, well I say. If that is what makes you feel better I suppose, it is not my karma on the line. I truly hope that one day the annoying one, says something and the effects of it are so bad, she finally realizes that she needs to learn how to communicate properly, because, well, communication is key. And if you cannot do that.....
They both annoyed me equally, the rich girl going into every shop immiginalble that had sunglasses as a product. But not just any sunglass place-every Gucci, Prada, etc...sunglass place. It all bored me terribly, so I would just go off and look into a little shop of my liking and come back 20 minutes later and she would still be either in the shop we left her at, or in another ridiculously expensive shop. These are some high maintanence chicks....I mean, really. I could have spewed ugly words at them in retaliation of their endless quips about my personality and such, but I didn't. I just didn't. No regret for that. Because I have learned that with these people, nothing anyone else says matters unless:
1.) You agree with them and/or see things exactly as they do
and that is the bottom line. In the mist of this, I managed to have only one tiny "seething mad angry moment" in which they amply made fun of later, and again, I said witheld my comments. Apparently, if I say something sarcastic, it is because I am a bitch, but, if they say something that I think is rude or unnecessarily mean, it is because I need to "lighten up." So there are the rules I suppose. I do not really care to0 much, I just wanted to note this all down for reference sake. We did have some laughs though, and I learned an important lesson, how to ignore the words people say. This is new, as I am always one to take things to heart, becaue I have this flaw of actually caring what people think of me. But now, in hindsight, no poisionous image of me that they may have taken to Spain , including the many times I was called, quite straightfaced a "weirdo" or when they eyed eachother in a private joke, nontheless in a private joke, or called me "crazy" or said that I had "issues" (I really could go on) it's not my karma on the line.
posted by The Eternal Student @ 8:00 PM
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