currently listening to: "tearing up the oxygen" - maritime
i was listening to the radio about how heart attacks can be triggered from high levels of emotion and stress. and so apparently, due to my tendencies to be easily irritated, angry, and upset, i am likely to have a shorter life span. at some point i will have a heart attack and we'll all know exactly why. so no surprises there.
my parents had a walk off earlier this week. yes, a walk off. there was a clip on tv with models walking down the runway, and my parents started having a discussion about their style of walking. my dad insisted that he knew exactly the way a model should walk and decided to prove it by doing his rendition of model runway-walk. he took slow strides, crossing both legs after each stride. my mom laughed and said it was all wrong and moved him out of the way so that she could do her version of the walk. she walked a little faster than him, and added a bit of a hip sway with each stride. she told my dad in cantonese, "you have to stick out your butt to do this!" he laughed it off and said that he knew what he was doing and that models walk exactly the same walk he demonstrated. unable to keep a straight face throughout this whole little experiment, i too bursted in laughter. my dad then turned to me and said, "yeah! it's true! amy, you need to walk like model daddy." it's okay daddy, you're much better at the catwalk than i am. my walk would be just as clumsy, slow, and full of uncoordination. this kind of stuff might run in the family.
i live a life full of paranoia and worry. i was driving to school yesterday, minding my own business and obeying all traffic laws like a proper citizen should. as i was making a left turn, a police siren went off. i looked to the right of me and there he was, all clad in black with sunglasses on, hidden behind the enormous windshield of his motorcycle. he made a turn and proceeded to follow right behind my car. freaked out, i started wondering what i could have done wrong. i started talking to myself, "did i not signal? but i did! maybe my seatbelt wasn't on.. no.. it's on.. umm.. my music too loud? but my windows are rolled up!?" i was panicking like there was no tomorrow. finally we reached a red light and his siren was on but his right signal remained flashing. i didn't understand why he didn't make a right turn when his right signal light kept flashing. still totally freaked out, i rolled down my windows and yelled out, "DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?" he didn't even flinch. i couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses, either. (it was those kinds of sunglasses where it's so dark that you can see your whole reflection and all your pores, and all those little embarrassing imperfections.)
feeling horribly confused by my own actions and the lack of response from the police officer, i decided to refrain from asking anymore questions. i began to think that maybe he didn't hear me from all the traffic around, so i decided to do something else. with my eyes bulging out, i started pointing to myself in hopes of getting some sort of shake of the head that i didn't do anything wrong at all. i kept pointing at myself for five whole seconds. again, no signs of life. the light finally turned green, so i continued driving. i made a right turn, and he was no longer following me after that. okay so i'm a little insane, but that cop was a robot. he didn't even flinch or say anything to me yelling at him. but i guess it's understandable. it was downtown san jose, and i could have been mistakened as just another one of those crazy lunatics screaming out crazy things. sad.
