Jeans and Sneakers

So I was at work, and it was same shit as usual.  Then the end of the day rolls around, and I had been talking to one of the guys there about the bike I rescued.  He wanted to see pictures, so I linked him, and he starts making jokes about the bike, which I could handle.  Then he asks me if my boyfriend would be getting a matching one so that we could go riding together.  I told him we’d probably go riding together, but he rides flatland.  Apparrently BOTH guys at work had no idea what that meant, because they kept joking about me and my  boyfriend, riding vintage schwinns around town.  And joking about how the word Schwinn looks funny and how I probably got a fake one.

How old are these guys?

One’s 22, the other is 24.  I’m 24.  My boyfriend’s 24.  I couldn’t have been more shocked to see people this age acting like this.  It’s one thing to pull someone’s leg, or joke with them and make fun of them in a joking way even, when you know them.  But these guys don’t know me.  They’ve never acted like they know me, they’ve never taken any kind of serious interest in getting to know me.  What the eff would possess them to make fun of my boyfriend, whom they’ve never met?  Seriously, these guys combined have less of a penis than my boyfriend.  I couldn’t even begin to tell you how not-manly they are, and have admitted to me to be.  And they’re going to start joking around about someone they don’t even know riding around on a bicycle that they obviously find “not-cool”?  Are we still in high school?

I could get over it if they were just (in their minds at least) making fun of me with the bike, because they’re too stupid to be able to appreciate something way before their time.  Fine, whatever.  But the fact that they brought Rob into it, really pisses me off.  One of them (the one my age, actually) even went so far as to suggest getting a tandem bicycle so that we could ride around town together.  The whole time putting that emphasis in his voice and laughing so that you could tell he obviously thought the idea was the gayest thing possible.

If I were a bigger girl, I would have ran my mouth.  But I’m little, and the job pays well, and I just sat there and tried to explain that my boyfriend has nothing to do with my bicycle, and that them bringing that up made absolutely no sense.

This type of shit is exactly the reason why I stopped going out, stopped meeting new people my age.  Older (mostly, and much younger, sometimes) people aren’t the type of close-minded asses who don’t know anything about anything and will sit there implying that something is wrong with you, or those close to you, because they can’t see things from any other point of view.

That’s what a lot of people on this stupid island are like, and that’s why I keep mostly to myself. (Thank god Rob found me.  :]  )
Not even two months in, and the old reasons are coming back.  Hopefully I can deal with these people long enough to pay off my debt and save up some cash.

P.S.-Knitting projects have come almost to a halt.  I got the needles that I ordered to try birch again, but apparrently I ordered the wrong ones.  And along with that order I had bought what was supposed to be black sock yarn for Rob, but it turns out Lorna’s Laces in Charcoal also has a deep blue and deep purple in them, so that sock yarn will go to me, and I ordered the needles and ACTUAL black sock yarn for Rob from another place that hopefully won’t take so long to ship.

I called my mom and told her that her present will be late, so I’m not worried about it anyway.

Sonnet is killing me with boredom.  It’s a beautiful sweater, but very boring.  I’m still on sleeve #1.  I’m trying to bust ass and get it done, but it’s hard when you don’t want to be knitting it. . .there are socks that want to be made!

My spinning wheel is on it’s way!!

And last but not least, the tires and chain for my EFFING AWESOME bicycle are also on their way.  :]