Overreacting

Some things really shouldn't bother me as much as they do. Especially when they aren't my problem.

Situation #1. Sitting outside on the Virgin blanket with my Said primer. Nothing like some light reading while sunning/photosynthesizing. Overhear fight between girl and boy. Basically, she does alot of nice girlfriendly things for him, and he doesn't acknowledge it because (and this is a direct quote) "I'm just not that kind of guy." There was a fight. And what I really wanted was to go up to this girl, calmly explain that she was being completely reasonable, and PS, this guy is a turd who should be flushed promptly.

OK. I don't know why exactly this bothered me as much as it did. It's not my problem. Maybe it's all my feminist theory. Or the fact I have a few years on her. But fundamentally, I hate the idea that this guy thinks his behavior is acceptable, and that this girl will continue to let other people treat her like crap. But since I have a hard enough time not being inappropriate, I decided not to make it worse than it already was. Although when I saw the punk in the library it took every ounce of self-restraint not to share some of my views with him.

Situation #2. Apparently Blockbuster thinks I have profoundly bad taste in movies and that I am too irresponsible to return my stuff on time. I noticed two charges on my Visa from a Blockbuster store that I have not been to in YEARS. Call them. They said they initially charged me a late fee for Apocalypto. Do I LOOK like someone who would give my money to Mel Gibson to watch some racist epic? Then they realised their error and refunded MOST of the money. The guy didn't understand why I was so upset about $1.32 that I was out for a non-refundable "restocking fee." Here's a thought - I never rented the damn movie in the first place? At a store that is hundreds of miles away? It's $1.32 to you, but coffee/life blood to me. I have since canceled my membership; encouraged others to do so as well (and take a careful look at their credit card statements); and I will be writing a marissa-special letter to them when I am done with the thesis.

But I have set up my UCSB account, found some great new sources for the thesis, which I hate less now.