To the lady in Intro to Research today who was all miffed with me,
First off. You came into the classroom and sat down, right next to me. You got all of your stuff out and were sitting there for a full five minutes. You were chatting and completely at ease. I heard you when you turned to your friend and said, "I normally like to have an empty desk next to me," before you turned to me and started trying to shove my desk further from you so you could fit another in between us. I was sitting here first, so find your own space. I'm not going to just let some girl, whether or not she's bigger than me, push me around (heh heh, get it? Because she was pushing me in my chair. Heh. Heh.), just because she wants an extra desk to put her junk on.
Second, when I asked you what in the mother frickin crap you were doing, you started trying to explain about how "claustrophobic" you were. Lady. I am claustrophobic. Very very much so. I can't even wear certain clothes because I'll have a panic attack. I can't sit, for long periods of time, between people in a car. I have nightmares in which I'm trapped in some small space and, when I wake up, am wrapped super tightly in my blankets and end up having a panic attack and crying. I have to hug people a certain way, making sure my arms aren't trapped under theirs. Heck, I once had a meltdown in a dressing room because the dress I tried on didn't give my arms full range of motion, and even though it looked great on me, I couldn't help but start freaking out because it was a tiny bit too tight around my shoulders. Even thinking about somebody being trapped in a small space terrifies me, and I'm not exaggerating. My heart beat is already really fast, but then you add my fear of small spaces in the mix and my heart rate is comparable to that of a cat. I know how claustrophobia works and I know how it feels. It isn't "just wanting a bit more room." It's not a matter of preference.
Third, I don't appreciate your lack of decency and manners. I didn't like the fact that you were sitting next to me, but I dealt with it. Why? Because my momma raised me right. I have manners, I'm not rude. If it really bothered me to the point that I wanted you to move, I would have asked you, politely. You just started pushing, as hard as you could. I have a bit of news for you though. That was not in fact a delivery room. That was a classroom.
Next time you want an extra desk, ask politely for me to move over. Don't you dare shove my desk away and then shove another desk into mine so that I'd move faster. I will make sure that I am sitting next to you when we have our next exam, and I will tell the professor that you were trying to get answers from me. I'm not a nice person and will have no remorse.
Thank you for being a butthead and giving me something to write about,
Rebekah
I've been claustrophobic since as long as I can remember. I can look at a small space and be like, "Yeah, I can fit in there." and a lot of times, I'll fit into the space. Every time, however, my heart rate will increase and I'll start sweating and I'll stop having coherent thoughts. The faster I get out of that space, the quicker I can calm down, obviously, but if I'm trapped, I will seriously just give up and cry. It's not funny, and I am actually scared of people who think it is because I don't want them to try to put in a small space. This is an irrational fear of mine.
I hate being claustrophobic. It really sucks and makes life just a bit harder. I mean, it's not like losing a limb or getting some huge scar. But it's still a bit of an issue for me.
While I hate claustrophobia, I hate it more when people try to use something like it for their own selfish means, especially when they aren't actually suffering from any kind of phobia. I mean, how rude is it to sit down next to somebody and then just start shoving them in their desk, without saying a word to them, simply because you want a bit of extra room? You can't just stand up and walk to the other side of your friend, where there are five empty desks.
Maybe it shouldn't irk me so much, but it really makes me mad when people can't just show a bit of respect to other people, when they can't just be polite. I mean, I'm not the biggest fan of people. I'm a people person, but I don't like people, in general, very much. Despite that distaste for fellow humans, I'm polite, I smile, I say "thank you," and "please" and "yes sir" and "yes ma'am". I mind my manners. And I cannot stand people who can't do the same and display basic social interaction courtesies.
Darth Vader, over and out.
First off. You came into the classroom and sat down, right next to me. You got all of your stuff out and were sitting there for a full five minutes. You were chatting and completely at ease. I heard you when you turned to your friend and said, "I normally like to have an empty desk next to me," before you turned to me and started trying to shove my desk further from you so you could fit another in between us. I was sitting here first, so find your own space. I'm not going to just let some girl, whether or not she's bigger than me, push me around (heh heh, get it? Because she was pushing me in my chair. Heh. Heh.), just because she wants an extra desk to put her junk on.
Second, when I asked you what in the mother frickin crap you were doing, you started trying to explain about how "claustrophobic" you were. Lady. I am claustrophobic. Very very much so. I can't even wear certain clothes because I'll have a panic attack. I can't sit, for long periods of time, between people in a car. I have nightmares in which I'm trapped in some small space and, when I wake up, am wrapped super tightly in my blankets and end up having a panic attack and crying. I have to hug people a certain way, making sure my arms aren't trapped under theirs. Heck, I once had a meltdown in a dressing room because the dress I tried on didn't give my arms full range of motion, and even though it looked great on me, I couldn't help but start freaking out because it was a tiny bit too tight around my shoulders. Even thinking about somebody being trapped in a small space terrifies me, and I'm not exaggerating. My heart beat is already really fast, but then you add my fear of small spaces in the mix and my heart rate is comparable to that of a cat. I know how claustrophobia works and I know how it feels. It isn't "just wanting a bit more room." It's not a matter of preference.
Third, I don't appreciate your lack of decency and manners. I didn't like the fact that you were sitting next to me, but I dealt with it. Why? Because my momma raised me right. I have manners, I'm not rude. If it really bothered me to the point that I wanted you to move, I would have asked you, politely. You just started pushing, as hard as you could. I have a bit of news for you though. That was not in fact a delivery room. That was a classroom.
Next time you want an extra desk, ask politely for me to move over. Don't you dare shove my desk away and then shove another desk into mine so that I'd move faster. I will make sure that I am sitting next to you when we have our next exam, and I will tell the professor that you were trying to get answers from me. I'm not a nice person and will have no remorse.
Thank you for being a butthead and giving me something to write about,
Rebekah
I've been claustrophobic since as long as I can remember. I can look at a small space and be like, "Yeah, I can fit in there." and a lot of times, I'll fit into the space. Every time, however, my heart rate will increase and I'll start sweating and I'll stop having coherent thoughts. The faster I get out of that space, the quicker I can calm down, obviously, but if I'm trapped, I will seriously just give up and cry. It's not funny, and I am actually scared of people who think it is because I don't want them to try to put in a small space. This is an irrational fear of mine.
I hate being claustrophobic. It really sucks and makes life just a bit harder. I mean, it's not like losing a limb or getting some huge scar. But it's still a bit of an issue for me.
While I hate claustrophobia, I hate it more when people try to use something like it for their own selfish means, especially when they aren't actually suffering from any kind of phobia. I mean, how rude is it to sit down next to somebody and then just start shoving them in their desk, without saying a word to them, simply because you want a bit of extra room? You can't just stand up and walk to the other side of your friend, where there are five empty desks.
Maybe it shouldn't irk me so much, but it really makes me mad when people can't just show a bit of respect to other people, when they can't just be polite. I mean, I'm not the biggest fan of people. I'm a people person, but I don't like people, in general, very much. Despite that distaste for fellow humans, I'm polite, I smile, I say "thank you," and "please" and "yes sir" and "yes ma'am". I mind my manners. And I cannot stand people who can't do the same and display basic social interaction courtesies.
Darth Vader, over and out.
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