Long story short, life has been playing with my emotion and patience today. I was planning to attend one of the most well-know film festivals in Jakarta and here came the killjoy. An officer stopped the car that I was driving in with my little sister and he told us that it wasn't allowed to turn left and we had to wait for the traffic light. Well, it was clear to my eyes and mind that there was no 'no turn left' sign at all on the road we were passing by. I tried to explain our situation to the officer, and you guessed it right, the officer said we had to pay several amount of money and this would never happened. I was pissed. I was pissed with the way he communicated it to us. It was unpleasant and he even didn't want to hear my explanation first and went straight to the money talk. The rest of it, you guessed it right. We were overtime after that shitty experience to watch the film, so we drove back.
My patience had to go through a test, again. We were going back to the basement and planned to go back to our flat, then the security catcalled my sister when we were on our way to the basement. Fuck! I was pissed from the past event and now I didn't really want any drama anymore, but it happened. Fuck! Luckily, my sister looked back at the security and I was sure he shocked himself, wasn't expecting my sister to look back at him after that slutty whistle, she didn't even put on cheeky clothes, I was thinking what the fuck did he whistle to? Her clothes? Fuck no! He looked away, pretended he did nothing. My sister cursed 'shithead!' as she was walking. As soon as we hit the escalator to basement, unexpectedly, my sister did a big 'AHEM!' from lower level, loud enough to be heard by the shithead whistler. I was not in the mood to deal with this nonsense right now, so I didn't approach him and stood up for my sister. It was enough to fight him back with my sister's act, she stood up for herself, her body, and her pride as female.
Dear April 23rd 2019, you're a bummer. Universe knows I hate dealing with these shits and 'not worth my time' kind of dramas, so, please. stop. messing. up. with. me. And to karma, I cross my finger for you, hoping that you'll do your job well. Lastly, bye, it turned out not a short story (or day).
