that tuesday night;

on tuesday night, i came home late. and then i had taken off my shoes and sat down in front of the tv with my grandma – only both of us at home – and five minutes later, at 10.25pm – the doorbell rang.

so i got up and opened the door, and there was a young teenage boy asking me to buy ice cream. I declined, and then his two friends (both girls) ran from the other units / upstairs – i cant recall too well – and were literally begging me to buy the ice cream.

the boy was like, please buy this for me for my school fees.

but although yes, i think i was losing my temper, because when i say No it means No (well actually only when i’m very tired, otherwise i have no mind of my own and easily influenced) and i said – okay i understand its your last ice cream, but i have the ice cream the last person sold me, which is horrible and still in my fridge and cost like 10plus; and there are MANY people who come and sell us ice cream.

the guy said, yeah i know, everyone also says that there are a lot of people who come here selling ice cream, but my ice cream is different! take a look! and its the last one, please help me – he opened and showed me it was the last one because i was really not in the sympathising mood at that point.

(background knowledge, the last guy claimed he was an ex-offender and it was also a tuesday night at about 10.25pm and it was hard to avoid this guy because he rang the doorbell while i was 10m away from him so obviously i had to have some eye contact with him before taking out my keys…so just bought the ice cream maybe 2 mths ago or 1 mth ago the ice cream is still rotting because its really not nice)

so anyway, i told the boy i didn’t want the ice-cream: it was a rainy day, i was sick and had the flu, so i said i’d give him the $10 but i didn’t want the ice cream and eventually they became serious and left when i said “you know, i’ve had a really long tiring day at work, and i’m really not joking”.

this was a horrible feeling because no matter how bad your day is or good it is, the last things that happen before you call it a night stick in you. I cannot explain how angry I was when they left, and i was so mad and now I am relaxed and hence blogging about it (5 days later). i wanted to break everything around me because my thoughts (as stated below) flowed in my head the minute i closed the door, with my hyper mind and my quick thoughts and my emotions.

it was coupled with the – why didn’t i check why that guy needs money for school? – it was their last ice cream and i could have just bought it for $12 or whatever amount he had offered – or i could have just said no i’m not interested, closed the door and not wasted their energy trying to convince me – and lastly, for whatever reason, they have been selling and it would be a tiring day going up and down to knock doors and sell their ice cream – i’m not as worse off as them and how could i have been so angry?

guilt and anger really has been bothering me the entire week, i’d really dislike me if i was them ……..

let me hope i forget this and smile more, its Monday tomorrow.

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One Comment to “that tuesday night;”

  1. hello. i dont know where all these kids come from. they appear at my house area as well. what happens is that they come in a lorry and they will go to different blocks. i dont know who is behind all this. i’ve had a girl bringing a boy with down syndrome saying tt it is a CIP project by ITE. i asked for license and school number but she said you can find on internet and call the school. i was vvvv angry because they were abusing the boy with down syndrome like bringing him around to people’s sympathy to make money. but of cuz there are just normal teenagers coming by selling ice cream, they usually look like ah bengs.

    but yes. i think it is very irritating that it happens at 10 plus and home is supposed to be a place to rest and hide….

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