Hello! What's been rocking your world?
Nonnah visited me at work today. My coworkers thought I was her who was walking in the corridor and not giving a face nor spreading smiles.
I'm not a meany! I'm not a meany!? They were looking at the wrong girl. None of them were observant. They were blind. C'mon she was wearing a suit, and they saw me this morning with a blouse and dark pants. And I had to pay the consequence.
I hate that when it happens. It happens so often at my work. An Indian guy said "hi" to me once. He thought I was nonnah. He talked and talked telling me about his whole life. I didn't want to cut in just to say that I'm the other sister. That would be awful.
Keep on going boy. It would be an exilarating anticipation on my half if I mentioned I'm the wrong sis. Well too bad I did after he was done with his speech. He hyperventilated.
I'm no meeannny.Going back to the coworkers, they finally knew who's who and got a little embarrassed. But then they started asking questions such as
So you're identical? What's the difference? Who's taller? Who's smarter? So who's Daddy's favorite? Mommy's?!
A word of advice: We don't like it when people stare at us or ask gazillion Q's. It's no fun. It's torture :( Well it's not that, but I tend to be fidgety and embarrassed out of no reason. I don't know why. I'm kind of shy around people and a bit private if that explains it.
Embarrassment… I've been thrown at situations that are quite embarrassing to me to say the least. I could name a few. But this story has been haunting me. Urrrgh.
The last year in college nonnah and I were sharing an apartment. Our Kuwaiti friend decided it was time to live on her own. No problemo, her apartment was one hallway away. Fun!
So our door is always unlocked 'cause it loves to welcome her. She keeps running in and out any time of the day (Allah ithakirha bil khair). She kinda reminds me of Kramer's approach to Sienfeld's apartment. We were chitchatting and all then all of a sudden she started heading out again. I was left alone, nonnah was sleeping the entire time, and she wasn't part of the whole melodrama. Anywhoo, I decided to call it a day and change into my boxer shorts filled with stupid "mooing" cows. I had my glasses on and slumped on the couch to watch an episode of "Forensic Detectives" on Discovery Channel.
Right then, I heard a knock at the door. That was awkward. "Kramer" never knocks. I ignored it. Then another knock disrupts me from my instant.
Oh "Kramer" must be carrying stuff and she couldn't get hold of the knob. I didn't want to freeze her ass off standing outside carrying God knows what. It was May and the weather was lovely during the day, but cold at night.
I was greatly hypnotized by the TV. While opening the door by force, my eyes were fixed across the other end of the living room .. on the TV .. for a show.. that will cost my self-respect and dignity.
Three seconds is a long time for "Kramer" to be still standing at the threshold.
Turning 180 degrees to see why lovely "Kramer" is playing around with me, I heard his "Ahemmmmm"
Feck.This was not who I was expecting. Let it be a drunkard husky neighbor looking at my sleeping wear for all I care, but not a Saudi graduate dude.
There was a big sweet smile on his face. I on the other hand was shocked and resentful – a whole pile of humiliation. I couldn't do anything, but to let him in. In these embarrassing situations I try to act 'kewl'. Get rid of my shyness and just act as if nothing has happened.
Him:"Is this a bad timing?"
Me:
Of course it is you you you... "Not at all! Come on in! What a wonderful weather!"
Never say no. I guess that's where my weakness lies. And to top it off, I wore a robe over my sleeping attire instead of changing back into my shirt and jeans. Because if I did change, then that would mean I'm powerlessly feeling uncomfortable, embarrassed, and self-conscious. And I don't want to make anyone sense that in me, especially not right there and then. You can say I'm filled with pride sitting fearlessly, being heroic at that certain moment in time? Twisted mind I've got huh?
I hoped I never see him again. But not long ago while dining out with a couple of friends did I run into him.
"Remember when you told be about that night in the States? When he sat with you and your
moooing boxers for a whole 30 minutes? I never told you he called that day to schedule a visit. Thank God I was asleep!" nonnah exclaimed.
Well you are two years too late babes.
