Blind Accusations

June 26, 2006 | Category: Reflections & Musings

Sometimes weekend at home can be a stressful time for me. I work all week and on occassions on Saturday and Sunday will be my only time that I can seek solace. I look forward to it because it’s the only time for me to catch up with TV shows I’ve missed or doing laundry or just clearing up my backdated filing or just stay in bed for as long as I want. Unfortunately yesterday was the day I would not want to go through ever again.

I’ve grown up being accused of things I didn’t do countless times. Everytime this happens to me, I would just keep to myself and suck it in. However yesterday I completely lost it. Somehow or rather the things I had never done or unaware of seem to be able to link to me for no apparent reason. What’s worst two out of the three accusations came from my own mother. First I get scolding for not washing the empty pot when I wasn’t even in the kitchen to begin with then I get yelled at for pee-ing in the bathroom when it was raining heavily and the bathroom got clogged up hence the awful stench. Sigh. Somehow just because I had a drink of water, I didn’t wash the empty pot and somehow I went to pee in the toilet that the bathroom smelled. See the uncanny link to all my so-called crime?

I never ever yelled at my mom; usually I would just reason with her. But I lost it yesterday, I yelled at her back asking her why I was the only person being accused. I didn’t bother to listen and just stormed into my room and remained there until evening.

Then the uncanny of the most uncanny happened later, I hear a beep on my mobile indicating an sms.

I read it and my jaw dropped, it said ‘Buzz off! What did A***** sms you??!’.

My immediate reaction was, ‘Huh? Who’s A*****??’.

Indeed I admit I had received an sms from this A***** fella the day before but it was the wrong number. So I responded and said that I don’t know an A***** and asking who he was.

Almost immediately I got a respond, ‘You’re N*** right? A***** is Datuk so and so.’

I replied, ‘Who’s N*** & Datuk A*****?’.

‘Then who da hell is this?’.

Ok, now I knew that this was some PSYCHO girlfriend who happen to check on her so-call two-timing boyfriend’s mobile and discovered MY number. Already pissed from the other two accussations, I told myself to remain rational on this because I was dealing a PSYCHOPATH here, come on!!

Trying to contain my anger I replied, ‘Look you got the wrong number. I don’t any N*** or A***** or whatever Datuk. Would you please mind your manners?’

Instantly the sms stopped, though about five minutes later I got another sms from a different number. I was thinking, oh gawd not another one. Opening the sms, it was A**** apologizing. Finally, I told him to delete my number off his/her phone before things got worst and me being the innocent one get blamed from a crime I did not commit. In the end, the sms-es stopped and it was peaceful again.

Initially I just couldn’t get over the fact that I get of accused of something I didn’t do three times in one day but I told myself this is too trivial to even waste my energy on. If anyone could ever top that, my hats off to you. I guess I can thank my lucky stars that the police wasn’t involved.

3 Comments

  1. Edrei
    on June 26th, 2006
    1

    And I thought I was the only one having a bad day. Looks like a lot of us are stressed out for some reason. Talk about uncanny.

  2. Dee
    on June 26th, 2006
    2

    Uncanny indeed, in short it was pretty much a shitty day for most of us.

  3. Profound Sentiments » Blog Archive » The NonConforming Meme of the Dead
    on June 29th, 2006
    3

    [...] Like in my previous post here, weekends are very precious to me. What do I really love to do on weekends? Plenty. It just boils down to what are the most frequent ones. The very number one spot would be reading, especially when it’s raining. I would cuddle up under the blanket with a nice cup of tea next to me and read. If I’m not reading, then I’d be watching whatever movies that’s on TV or my small DVD collection. On rare occassions, I would bake on the weekends. But if my legs and hands are itching, then you’ll see me going for a shopping spree on Sundays. [...]

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