the physically, and the emotionally handicapped.

I've been having very nasty experiences with people (or things, for that matter), for the past week on a daily basis. From extremely IMPATIENT people in the traffic to a woman who thinks it's totally justifiable for her to be extremely rude and irresponsible just because she's in a wheelchair. And for your information, those examples are two completely different stories altogether, so don't be too hasty as to draw an invisible line to connect them! Anyway, these awful encounters are turning my world upside down and ruining my days to the extent where I am just left constantly exhausted. Just yesterday night, I was contemplating if I should get myself acquainted with a psychiatrist so I can just ram my problems up her/his ears and get her/him to feed me soothing feedbacks. This is probably greatly aided by the fact that i am having boyfriend problems.

YOU: OoOOoOHhHh bOYfRiEnd ProBLeMsS~~~ EVERY girl has them, deal with it.

ME: Mine run deeper, trust me.

I have been having very vivid dreams about me breaking up with my boyfriend. I can tell you that I have had approximately 20 of such dreams in the past month. And boy, are they emotionally exhausting. They basically have similar plots with different backgrounds, dialogues and endings. Last night's one was particularly interesting, with me breaking it off in fragmented, heated arguments and he agreeing to the break. The ending was very nice, with him acquiring a new chick in no time and me being angry at him, but mostly me. This dream was followed by another crap dream whereby my dad ditched me for a glam outing with my sister and someone else.

Naturally, i woke up feeling pissed, for the millionth time. My boyfriend had unfortunately greeted me with a, "You should've told me earlier, like last night," when i enquired him about my computer's problem with internet explorer AND microsoft word. Well, I did tell him. The slightest comment ticked me off instantly and I snapped out of my groggy trance to semi-yell "I said I'll do the assignment in your computer this morning, but you said you'll download the things for me so I don't have to wake up early. Nevermind! I'll just do it in your computer now." Righty-o. Good on me, good on me. So, my boyfriend ended up telling me that I shouldn't have gotten so angry and spoke so coarsely and that pretty much starts my day today.

I no longer know who or what to blame. I'm a complete guilt wreck because it was our anniversary yesterday. Gosh, I never meant this entry to be so personal but man, ain't I carried away.

On to the story with the handicapped woman. I've put up advertisements complete with pictures and details in many places as I'm trying to sell my dog. When one called me asking if the dog was still for sale, i was extremely delighted. I went on to say yes, and person A said he would like to buy it. The conversation goes something like this,

Me: Would you like me to bring him (the dog) so you can see him first?
A: No that's fine, I'll buy him straight away.
Me: Oh okay. So is it confirmed? Because if it is I'll gather the paperworks, and also include his new outdoor kennel and toys and new food supplies that I have and give them to you for free upon purchase.
A: Oh yeah great.
Me: So when do you want me to give him to you?
A: As soon as possible please.
Me: How does tomorrow sound? At about 10 - 11 am?
A: That's fine. I'll give you my address.

So I had to do a practice run to his house the night before because it's extremely far away from my house and I was honestly clueless as to where is it. The next morning, I had to wake up at 8 am, lift my dog's 30 kg kennel by myself and shove it into the front seat of my temporary car, because my dad had crashed my original car when he visited me a week ago. Shove! Shoveeee! My temporary car is a small car, so the kennel wouldn't fit into the boot. It only had 2 doors, so I couldn't fit it into the backseat. It had to be on the front seat, with the seat leaning 180 degrees backwards as to form a parallel line with the ground. Great, how am I supposed to drive across highways that I'm unfamiliar to, with the distraction of a giant kennel beside me, and a hyperactive dog (The dog will get carsick and puke it if I put him in a carrier). Anyways, I managed to successfully deliver the dog and everything, but they ended up NOT buying the dog and everything. Why?

Handicapped woman, A's girlfriend: The dog is too big, we can't have him in the unit.
Me: Didn't you see the picture on the advertisement?
A: No. We heard about it by phone.
Me: I asked you if you wanted to see the dog first, you didn't want to.
handicapped woman: Yes but that's because we thought it was a tiny, furry kind of thing.
Me: Excuse me, never did I once mention the word 'tiny', nor 'furry' on the phone.
A & handicapped woman: Yes but that's what we heard.
Me: Well, let me tell you. On the advertisement, it says JACK RUSSEL TERRIER x maltese, it has PICTURES, and DETAILS.
Handicapped woman: Sorry, it's just not something we wanted.

And they both went into the house without saying thank you very much, or sorry for the inconvenience, or can we offer to pay you fuel money.

I was white hot with rage. Which DUMB person would say they would buy a dog straight away without looking at the picture, or without asking me for details when she could have? Especially so if she had wanted to put the dog on her lap. I mean, how dumb can things get? I stayed in my car in front of her house crying for half an hour. I had 2 hours of sleep last night, I wrote them a two-page letter on the dog and wishing them well, I had backaches from spending so much time stuffing the gigantic kennel into the car, I had stayed calm in the traffic jams earlier, I was half lost in a complex so far away, the car is full of dog fur, my fuel's depleting rapidly, I was a complete mess.

Oh well, bad month for me. Anyways, got to go!