There are some things that I am very particular about, such as using only the same design hangers for all my clothes, people standing very close to me, and people touching my stuff (even if you're helping to clean up, it's a NO).
My family members are quite angry with me at times because whenever I find out that someone is using my hangers or has touched my stuff (yes, even if it means cleaning up), I'll scream and curse and kick a big fuss.
Yes. That's just who I am. I'm a perfectionist and thus all my hangers have to look the same and I'm a control freak so only I can touch my own stuff. But I'm not all that unreasonable. If you wanna borrow my stuff, just ask and I'll lend. It's that simple.
In this entry, I wanna talk about the side of me which doesn't like to be touched.
Whenever I'm in the mrt and that it is really crowded, I'll usually just try to be as small as I can. If someone accidently touched me, I'll actually squirmed and make myself even smaller. I'll feel irritated and I'll feel annoyed. I'm not sure why I react this way. But I just don't like it when strangers touch me. Even if it's accidental.
I'm going to be brave and mention what I've experienced recently.
Within a span of 2 weeks, my butt has been touched by strangers twice.
1st, this horrible retarded looking fellow just walked past me and trailed his hand across my butt. Across both my butt cheeks. I was totally shocked and turned back to see who that fucking bastard was. And guess what? That disgusting fool had the cheek to stare back at me. This happened when I was boarding the bus. And so after I boarded the bus, I continued to stare at him (he did not board the bus). The most annoying and irritating thing was that he just stared back at me as he walked and occasionally turned back to look at me. What audacity! At that moment, I have no idea if I should just alight and go give him a tight slap or to just scream on the bus. In the end, I chose to endure this injustic in silence.
The 2nd time, I was on the bus. You know how the bus will jerk repeatedly when it's trying to stop, and the passengers will all lunge forward a couple of times? It was during this period that my butt was once again violated. This fucking moron was standing behind me and was hugging his bag, thus his hand was infront of his body. At the 1st jerk of the bus, his hand touched my butt and, normally under this circumstance, people will try to hold back should the bus jerk again so as to prevent accidently touching the person infront again.
But NO! The bus jerked about 3 to 4 more times and his hand touched my butt at every jerk. And the pressure of his touch increased with every jerk! After I alighted the bus, I tried to get a hold of myself but as I thought back on how fucking disgusting and bastardy these people are, the more I felt like exploding. So when I reached home, I broke down. I broke down terribly.
I felt disgusted and I felt violated. I can still feel the touch on my butt and I felt like scrubbing my butt till I feel it's clean or to simply just slice off that butt cheek. I felt horrible.
After these incidents, I made up my mind to be tough and protect myself. So the next person who touched my butt, I'm gonna turn around and give ONE TIGHT SLAP. No question asked and no answer given. Just ONE TIGHT SLAP.
Indeed I don't like strangers to touch me. But I'm rather affectionate with my close friends. I like to hook my hand around my best friend's arm. This is what I always do when I'm out with Kerlyn. So my dear friends out there, should I ever start hooking my arm around yours, that goes to show how much you weight in my heart.
But to strangers and "disgusting-and-retardly-looking-people-who-just-wanna-touch-others" out there, GET LOST!
Fuckers.
