soveryjo

This isn’t really something I would like to share with the world, but since I have already exposed quite a lot in this blog I might just as well go on, plus, I think writing it down might help me.

I have a problem. Everyone has problems – I know, but this really is troubling me. No, actually, it’s worse than that: it scares me because I can’t control it and I can’t understand it. It is unpredictable and unexplainable and it’s so extremely against everything I identify myself with. It has happened twice before but it was a long time ago, I saw a therapist. It obviously didn’t help. Yes, yes, you are getting restless, you want to know what this problem of mine is, well I will get to the point:

I had a great day today, the sun was shining I was off uni and the agenda of my day was filled with really nice activities. I walked down town to have a look around the shops, bought some good stuff and strolled around in a general state of happiness. Suddenly I bump into someone. I am talking about a good physical clash here. We were both walking too fast and looking in the wrong direction, and we collide. I drop one of my bags (the one from H&M). The man instantly bends down, grabs my bag and hands it over to me with a friendly smile and an honest apology. I smile back at him. I am grateful. I mean to say thank you, but I don’t. Instead I slap him across his left cheek. Nothing brutal, but still, a good slap. In a state of shock I leave him outside WH Smith, thinking to myself; “What the f*uck just happened?”

Ps I have started a Facebook group, its called: “I hate it when you mean to say thanks but instead slap the person”

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