I win!
The people from the study called me back yesterday. I passed the phone screening, and am accepted for either of the two OCD studies they’re conducting. I guess that officially means I’m a head case, hah. Anyway, one study involves cognitive behavioral therapy, and the other one involve CBT and medication. The CBT one has a month and a half plus waiting list, while the medication one would require me to take a serotonin reuptake inhibitor (like paxil or zoloft) for 3 months. I told the guy I would think about it and get back to him, because I’m thoroughly torn. I don’t want to get put on a waiting list but then again I’m not too keen on taking medication.
Anyway, onto what this entry is about: my story of vindictiveness and win! But first, a little background information for anyone who’s never been on a New York City subway. People in New York City are rude. They push, they shove, they cut you off, and they don’t care if they hurt your feelings. The subway trains in the morning during rush hour are disgustingly crowded. As in, standing room only. Sometimes barely even that.
So I’m on my morning train yesterday, and I always get off at this particularly busy stop to transfer to the express train. When the train pulls into the station, everyone on the platform crowds around the doors. Being the first one in to try and get a rare, coveted seat is a big deal. There was this woman who cut in front of me at the door as the train slowed to a stop, causing me to bump into her. She turned her head and shot me a nasty glare. Whatever. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but looks will never hurt me. When the doors opened, everyone shoved to get in, and someone bumped into me, causing me to bump into this woman. There was another sideways glare, and then she deftly elbowed me… in the boob. That, my friends, is war.
I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t hit her back. I didn’t want to subject the whole subway car to a verbal asswhooping, and had I hit her I would have been arrested for assault. So I just watched and waited. I walways stand by the door, and I secretly wished her stop was before mine, so I could trip her on her way out. Lo and behold, her stop was right before mine! I shifted my foot right as she passed, and she stumbled out of the car. This warranted another brain-melting glare from her, but I just smirked back. Ah, sweet revenge.
I am a vindictive little bitch. Moral of the story: don’t elbow me in the boob, and we’ll get along just fine.
Tags: boob, medical study, medication, nyc, ocd, paxil, phone screening, revenge, rudeness, rush hour, subway, win, zoloft
February 8th, 2008 |
8 Comments
Wow. She wanted you to get breast cancer just so she could get on the subway faster! Haha.
Hehe,I was thinking of tripping her, too, until I read that you did so at the end of the entry. I always read about subways in NYC, I wonder if they are a bit like our buses in my country? They are beyond crowded, graffiti buses originally made for young elementary, American passengers. They are called red devils for a reason, lots of deaths happen ’cause of them. I think I’m getting off topic.
I’m surprised you have OCD, a lot of times I wonder if I fit a perfect criteria in it. I hate spelling errors, I hate never sweeping my house or all dishes clean, I organize things always in people’s house and stores b/c it bothers me so. Same with washing my left hand, I gotta wash the right! Perfectionist I am, I suppose.
I really want to know about the results of the study in the future.
[Ziggy]
It’s fucked up that you got hit in the chest by someone. I’m always careful when I travel on the subway. I also listen to my CD player so no one wil ask me for money. When someone ends up being rude to me I’ll simply tell them “I’m not going to let you ruin my day/evening.”
I can definitely understand your hesitation at taking the drugs. I guess you could get a placebo or something (my friend participated in a trial and at the end, he found out he had the placebo) but still, I’m not sure if that’s a risk I’d take!
Haha, go you! I hate rude people on trains
The worst people on trains are the really tall ones, because after all of my hard work of trying to get to the door first so that I can get off first, they just push past me without seeing me – and I’m not even short! lol:(
Haha! Good on ya babe!!
I’ve never been to NYC, but have heard the subways are bad (my boyfriend went) he also said they were scary with dodgy people.
We don’t have subways in NZ.
Have you seen the woman since? lol
…I lose.
haha that sounds hilarious. Its funny because i did sort of the same thing to a woman in a plane, (it was a very tight plane – tiger airlines actually) and she decided she’d put her seat back onto me and go for a bit of a sleep. Though this left me with 0 room whatsoever. So i put my knee up against the back of her seat and pushed her seat forwards, she then released the button to push it back again but couldnt because my leg was there. I got a few glares, though i pretended i didnt see her and just looked out the window. In the end she shifted seats. HAHA. I have an icon that says ‘truth be told, im a vindictive little bitch.’ haha.
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