My Observation

I just made an observation recently that men have feelings too.

Him: Did you forget something?
 
Me: Not that I can think of...OMG, it was your birthday last week.  I can't believe I forgot.

So it is apparent that sometimes I am unaware that members of the opposite sex have feelings also. Considering this person doesn't make a big deal about his birthday or ever do anything to celebrate the date, I was completely shocked when he made mention about me forgetting it.  Of course, I also felt like the suckiest friend ever since I consider my birthday a national holiday. 

Despite the fact that I've noticed that some men may not completely express their feelings, I am aware that their actions definitely say more than their words could ever say. Even though he may claim that he isn't listening to what is being said, the fact that you actually act on things that I've made mention of or focus on things that I have an interest in lets me know that you do listen.
I guess that men might express themselves more through their actions, while women may do so through their words.

So Apparently I'm a drug dealer

So for some reason random things seem to happen to me.  They are random to the point that they just sound ridiculous.  Today was such an example of that.  Today as I proceeded to go to the gym while minding my own business I was harassed by someone who is certified 51/50 or should I just say...Crazy. As I walk through my complex this is what happens:

Her: Are you going to run, how do you have time for that?

Me: I'm going to the gym.

Her: You know they sell drugs at that gym, so you know what that makes you...A drug dealer. How can the gym afford to only charge $10 if they aren't selling drugs.

Me: (In complete silence because I know realize she isn't wrapped to tight).

Her: You should take my zumba class or samba. Say no to the treadmill!

Me: (Still in complete silence).

Her: Dumb Ass! Dumb Ass!

Me: (Continuing to ignore her as I look for things that can be used at weapons in case she decided to attack).

So like my title says, apparently I'm a drug dealer. Well, at least I am if you ask the women with mental issues.