Cycle of Rude

Alright y'all, I have a theory in which I call the "Cycle of Rude". 

I am sure you all know what I am talking about: a stranger/friend is rude to you, which in turn you are rude to someone else and then they are rude to someone else and so on and so on. It's a horrible horrible cycle.

I can deal with a friend being rude to me, everyone has their days, so that doesn't set me into the cycle. It's the crazy rude strangers that just set me off like a bottle rocket. And unfortunately, yesterday I had TWO rude strangers.

It all started in a parking lot. Mr. Aussie was driving and we were stopped because this new driver was being an absolute idiot and we had no idea what was going on. Then there were other cars pulling out and such so he was just easing along in the parking lot, hardly moving. Then this car that we were directly behind started pulling out of their spot so naturally he honked. No big deal, right? WRONG. The crazies were out.

Once we reached a spot, I jumped out of the car to get the clothes for dry cleaning and right as I shut the door the man we honked at pulls up. He starts with, "I couldn't really see out of my car because the angle was hard". And I just said "Oh ok, well we figured you just didn't see us so that's why we honked." THEN the man starts going on a rampage about how we were flying through the flying the parking lot. WHAT? So of course I responded with "uhhh we weren't even moving!" Then he just kept yelling at me and sped off. 

SERIOUSLY?! Was that even necessary at all? You are such an awesome 50 year old guy to be sitting in your little station wagon yelling at a young lady you don't even know. I envy your life.

Then we went to go get new wiper blades. We weren't sure what we needed so we asked this lady for some help. She came back with just the little rubber bits of the blade which are apparently called refills (never heard of before in my LIFE). She instructed us to cut them and put them on. I turned to Mr. Aussie and I was like uh I don't think this is right, I have never had to cut anything for new blades before, we need the whole thing. He said the same thing. So I turned to her and told her "I don't think this is what we are after, we need the whole blade, we've never just gotten these little bits to cut before."

This salesperson of the year's response, in a rude condescending tone, was, "You just have to cut. Ya know, get some scissors and cut it." And did this stupid motion of cutting in the air and looked at us like morons.

Oh THANK YOU OLD WISE ONE, I had no idea how to cut things. 

I responded with, "I am aware of how to cut it, there is no reason to talk to me like that".

Then Mr. Aussie made the executive decision that we were not purchasing anything from this rude woman and we just walked out the store.

Both these people put me in quite a sour mood. Luckily Mr. Aussie was the only person who got the butt of it but if any innocent bystander had crossed my path after these two nemrods, it would not have been pretty. 

Real Talk

I haven't blogged in awhile, and I have really been meaning to but life got hectic. 

The idea behind this post stems from one over at Mornings at Pannikin. 

Plans. What would life be without plans? Actually I'd probably be working at my childhood vacation spot in the US Virgin Islands called Maho Bay. That's probably what my life would be without plans. That doesn't look too bad either. 

As I have mentioned, I am in law school. With law school comes a certain level of anxiety that I have never had in my life. I am not an anxious or paranoid person typically, but law school has made me one.

Now comes Real Talk, I have no idea what I want to do after I graduate from law school. I think I know the area of law I want to go into, but not entirely sure. And I have not actually admitted this out loud to anyone (so why not say it to the global internet world), but at this point I am not even sure I want to be a lawyer. YIKES. 

I have no definitive plan. I want to graduate, complete my PLTs, move out of this weirdo place I live to an actual city with my wonderful boyfriend, get a job, and someday get married and have kiddos. I guess that's a plan, albeit a very vague and generic one. Truth be told, sometimes I have freak outs that I have no plan and feel like everyone else around me has it all figured out. But ya know what I have learned, things look shinier when you only see tidbits on a Facebook profile or blog.

I have also noticed, when I listen very closely to my friends both at home and here in law school, I hear them quietly freaking out  as well. 

So this is what I have learned: No one has it all figured out.

And why should we? We're only in our 20s for the love of Moses. So I am going to keep trudging along, trying to figure out what the big PLAN is. That's what the 20s are all about right?