Desperate times call for desperate measures...

...where you need to switch on the "glow sign" on one's forehead, as my friends call it. And I'm a through and through believer of this concept. Insensitivity to those who deserve nothing much at all, is my mantra. Of course it hasn't been easy. And practice comes with experience. 


But. There's only so much you can do to make that sign shine on bright. Beyond that, Mr. Murphy exists. And so well, sometimes desperate measures fall flat on their face when Murphy decides to come into the picture.


Let me illustrate this concept with an example.


So. I disliked considerable portions of my school life, disliked most of my schoolmates who couldn't have been bigger jerks for more reasons than one (here's one), I never craved to go back to my school days, never bonded with any of them, never made the effort to keep in touch, never gave them a reason to communicate with me ever again and so the list goes. I always always make it a point to cross the road when I see any of them approaching to make myself invisible and if I ever happen to be in a Murphy-like situation where they're almost in my face, I choose to see through them and pretend like they don't exist. (Yeah, it's called a "glow sign" for a reason!)


Anyhow, Murphy who (I believe) holds a grudge against us all in one way or the other, decided to take me for a not-so-fun spin! And how? By having a schoolmate and me go to the same gym, at the same time and do almost the same exercises. (Eeeesh) And the gym being what a gym is i.e. mirrors personified, guess who has to (literally) stare at her feet and workout? For (let's call her) schoolmate babe CANNOT stop staring at me from next to me, from away from me, from far far away from me, all thanks to mirror personification! Argh. Murphy should write or throw down a book from wherever he is on 'How To Make Someone's Life Hell' dated (for) eternity.


So yes. School(staring-starer-son)babe is crazy for she cannot stop looking staring at me (and no, it's not flattering before you try and make me feel nice about it). And how do I know? Because trust me, when you have someone stare and I mean STARE at you throughout their workout, you JUST KNOW. Dodging stares don't help either because when you miss one, five others hit you (and I'm not exaggerating). Drinking water - stare. Exercising - stare. Walk - stare. Talk - stare. Joke - stare. Lie down - stare (eeeks). Take off shoes - stare. Wear shoes - stare. Walk out - stare stare stare STARE. You get the stare-y story! 


And I think my "glow sign" has burned out. I'm exhausting my capacity to be the super bitch and with fast depleting resources comes fast depleting hope! But super bitch will rise from the ashes. I have the faith. And I definitely have the capacity!


Because we do know how much Mr. Murphy loves us at the end of the day and to give up so early in the day is not at all super bitch-like.


There! So the desperate measure I followed from day one was to see through her, pretend like she wasn't even in the same room as I was in. But then Murphy came along and made us workout together today. And fascinatingly enough, only the machine next to her was working. Centimeters apart. *shudder* I think my neck hurts.


And so yeah, while Murphy keeps volleying me situations like these, the super bitch in me has to rise up and do something about it. Again and again and again for desperate times always always always call for desperate measures because we're either plagued by annoying people or Murphy decides to play his game of Desperate Havoc with us on a pretty regular basis.


All hail the "glow-sign".


Pip Pip!