Back when I was doing telemarketing, there was this girl who helped me get the job. I’ve completely forgotten her name now, unfortunately. Anyway, one day at the job, I got pissed for some reason I didn’t remember, and I went on the lunch break, we went to this restaurant in China town, and I took the tea-cup that they use in China town, and I was kinda twirling it around my finger noisily.

After maybe a minute of this, the girl said something to the effect that what I was doing was rude and that I should stop. So me, being pissed, I tried to give her a mean glare. And I did. For a while. And then I stopped. At the time I was pissed, and I felt like it was my right to cause a bit of disturbance because of how pissed I was.

Now if the next thing I was gonna write was “in retrospect, she was right”, then this would be a boring, cliché blog post, and would never have uploaded it, since I’d rather not blog at all than write cliché blog posts. So maybe she was right, maybe she wasn’t. It didn’t matter.

Instead, what I just realized tonight, 11 years later, is that she gave me exactly what I wanted. Twirling the cup noisily was my way of throwing a tantrum. I was like 16 or 17 at time, so I couldn’t very well cry. But I wanted attention, someone to acknowledge my anger, maybe give me a new reason to let me be angry so that I can justify these emotions.

She had said exactly the right thing to me. It was so perfect, that I doubt it was fully intentional, less she be most insightful psychologist I’ve ever met. Had she said something along the lines of “You’re being childish”, I probably would have become defensive and dismiss the possibility from my mind. Had she tried to soothe me with kind words, I doubt I would have accepted them. She gave me what I wanted, and gave respite to everyone else at the table.

So thank you, yet another girl whose name I forgot.