Weird

It's been a strange morning. My uterus has been trying to slowly kill me today and I'm just feeling generally...weird.

So a few weeks ago, I didn't realize I was standing on a woman's foot on the subway and she literally pushed me. Ever since then, I've had trepidation about standing in the middle of the subway car. For those not familiar, it would be away from the doors and standing between the two rows of seats. For me, I don't care if I get a seat as long as I don't have to worry about stepping on other people and getting the smack down.

I know that I was being weird and maybe a little whiny on the subway. I had a lot to carry (including a whole thing of cupcakes). So some seats opened up and so did the prime real-estate by the doors that don't open (except at 110. I'm on the 2,3 line). Didn't make it in time. Visibly disappointed.

This woman is sitting there and as she's reading her paper, just starts going off about an "ignorant b*tch". She is going on and on and on. Then I hear somebody say, "Please stop." Steve and I just keep looking at each other. He told me that the woman I guess was talking about the cupcakes he was holding too. So we go through the ride, I'm nearly falling into someone's lap and I tell Steve that I'm not going to be able to get out with the cupcakes and he says he's going to come with me. He pretends to rest the container on my head. At that point, I don't really care. Sit them on my head!

Then, as we turn to get out, the woman gets up and says, "Alright, Princess." She was looking in my direction. My direction. Am I the "ignorant b*tch"? I'm not sure. I didn't think so. I didn't want a seat and, yes, maybe I was a little more irritable then normal. I don't know. I have more of an issue with being called "Princess" than "Ignorant b*tch". Steve doesn't think she was talking about me. I have no clue. Which is why I feel more confused then angry.

I just don't understand New York sometimes. I'm just kind of fed up at the moment for a variety of reasons. Some of which are from what appears to be my waking up on the wrong side of the bed. I've been praying for a bit of piece. I know it'll come if I just stop dwelling on it all, you know? But there's a part of me that won't let it rest.

Oh well. Soon enough. God is here, I just need to listen. And look up plane flights to somewhere else :)

Edit: My husband says that he doesn't believe this woman was talking about me because she was calling the "ignorant b*tch" a "fatass" and he says that I have a "cute butt". :) He knows how to make me smile!

10 Things That Make Me Fuzzy

So I noticed that my blog has been really depressing so far.  I'm really not like that!!!  Promise.  So I thought I'd do this fun thing that I saw on Vashti's blog from All That Is Good.  I thought it was cute.  10 things that make you "fuzzy"  (AKA: Mad)...

1) Sexism.  Yeah...I get it.  At work.  I'm the only female in my group and every once in awhile there are "Danae-the-men-are-talking" moments.  Oh well.  I know that I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and dog-gone it.  People like me.

2) Receiving the pink mail slip that I've missed a package.  I know that this is slightly anal retentive...I really REALLY hate missing packages and as SOON as I know that I have a package, I want to have it...It's really bad.

3) Slow people.  This seems to be a prevalent one.  I work in Times Square and almost EVERYONE is stopping right in front of me to take a picture of a tall building.  There are lots of tall buildings that you don't need to stop in the sidewalk for.  Please move.

4) Subway smells.  How many people have to urinate in one spot for the MTA to clean it?

5) Speaking of the subway...MTA weekends.  Is the train going local or express?  Is the train even running?  Why can I not get off at 96th street?!

6) Red-tape.  It feels like that's all I get at MTV sometimes.  Constant red tape.  How many e-mails does it take to get something posted on the website?!

7) Bent paper.  When I want to present something, I always want the paper to be completely flat.  No creases, no bent corners.  Once again.  More anal retentive then I ever thought.

8) Blue pens.  I really don't like blue pens.

9) Racism.  Living in Harlem, I get racist comments every once in awhile.  It's kind of weird...and it's always at times that I don't expect it.

10) People hurting children.  I was told once that sometimes the anger in our lives come from our great love of something.  I don't have any children, but I don't understand how someone could harm them.  Ever.