Don't touch me!

So I'm working at my second job. It is a house party for some rich fuck in Peacock Gap just outside of San Rafael. Standard gig. Some guy doesn't want his guests to have to walk the hundred yards to his house so he wastes a bunch of money on valets. Good for me, dumb for him.
I'm working for the first time with this guy who I had just met that night. So, we get all of the guests into the house and all of the cars are parked. This produces the down time of the night when valets generally talk about nothing and everything. This guy starts telling me this story about how he got sold into doing something he didn't want to do. No big deal except he starts showing me how he flet like the person was verbally caressing him and to show he starts rubbing my arm. WTF?
Now, for those who know me, you know that I do not do human contact unless we are very close. No hugs with acquaintances, no rubbing of arms, none of it. Am I wrong feeling this way? Does American society not suggest that not only touching but standing too close is at least uncomfortable if not unnacceptable? I do believe that I take it further than most but that is my comfort level and there is nothing short of therapy in the form of "A Clockwork Orange" that will fix me.
Back to this guy rubbing my arm. I know he was saying something while he was touching me but all I could here was my inside voice saying, "This mother fucker is touching me," over and over in my head. So I take a step back and he steps also and continues. At this point I am about to snap. My first urge is to just swing with my free hand and give this guy an instant nose job. I even go so far as to ball up my fist but I don't swwing. I am at work and I am a proffesional so I unclinch my fist and don't say anything. Am I wrong here? I think if I would have dropped this guy it would have been morally justifiable. Leave a comment if your name is not Tsuji Eriku and you think I'm wrong.

Big man dilemma

Have you ever been the biggest person in the room? For example. Say your in a room full of children and you are the only adult. The kids are always aware of where you are. They always no where to find you to tell on someone else or show you what they did etc. Perhaps that is an extreme example but to some degree I feel that way everytime I am in a crowded place. For this blog I will use a bar as the crowded place since that is where I run into the most problems. Now, I don't think that when I am in a bar that I am the focus of everyones attention but I garauntee you everyone has seen me at least once. I am 6' 5" tall and about 300 pounds. I am noticeable. And this is where the dilemma begins.
It never fails. When I go to a bar I am immediatly zoned in on and hated by some guy who is at least a foot shorter than me and 100 pounds lighter than I am. At first this is no big deal, the guy ussually thinks I am a prick and keeps it to himself. He thinks this for no other reason than I am just bigger than he is and I create a presence.
Now, to let you in on my personality I am the exact opposite of what this short man thinks I am. I just want to blend in. I want no trouble and just want to get drunk and crack jokes with my friends. I hate being the biggest person in the room. It is, without a doubt, the worst part of being tall and big. Don't get me wrong there are some benefits but for this blog, it sucks.
Back to the short guy. As I said this guy does not like me the moment I walk through the door but at first he keeps it to himself. However, as the night drags on and the alcohol begins to take over his senses his bad judgement begins to get the better of him and his dislike slowly morphs into hate. This man begins with making comments to his friends about how he can kick my ass. Then without any provoking he will walk past me and throw a shoulder into me as he passes in hopes that I will react. My reaction is the same everytime. I apologize to him for being in his way and then turn back to my friends. This gets two different reactions.
The good reaction is when the guy all of a sudden realizes that he is the one being the prick and he leaves me alone the rest of the night. This is also the most common reaction.
The bad reaction is the one that really concerns me. It is also what creates the "big man dilemma." The bad reaction is when the guy thinks my apology is insincere and that I am patronizing him. That is ussually when I get pushed in the back and spill my drink all over myself or one of my friends. This is the point where my dilemma begins. If I kick the shit out of this little bastard then I am the asshole that beat up on a smaller person. If i get my ass kicked, I'm the pussy who got his ass kicked by a smaller guy. The last scenario is what scares me the most and that is that if I start to hit this guy my rage may not let me stop. Either way if a fight ensues I am the one that is going to jail because I am the one who doesn't blend back into the crowd.
One nice thing is that my friends know that this is going to happen and can find a way to defuse the situation. I also try to keep an eye out for this guy so that I see him comming and I try to avoid getting near him. You see there is know relaxing at a bar for me. I always have to scan the room and stay on my toes so the short guy doesn't surprise me. The tough part about this is he is ussually hard to see. The short little bastard.

Home from the Hospital

Finally, my mom is going home. Thank god. For a place that is supposed to make you better, it seemed like that place was killing her spirit while fixing her body. I hate going to hospitals.

Back to the hospital

My mom went back into the hospital on Tuesday. What a drag for her. This woman can't catch a break. Everytime she starts to get better from one thing something else shows up to kick her back down. She keeps on going though. She just takes it all in stride. It is amazing to watch somebody that mentally strong.
In other news March Madness starts today! That's right baby NCAA basketball for the next month. The blog will suffer but I do not care. March Madness Baby!

Missed the party

I can't believe it. After my last self loathing post about a dress code at a party I had to miss the party. As I'm out buying clothes so I don't look like a douche bag at the party I get a call from my mother.
"Just wanted to let you know I'm at the hospital in Sonoma about to have emergency surgery." Needless to say the rest of my day was spent at Sonoma Valley Hospital in the waiting room. Funny how things work out. I get pissed about a silly appearance request. I make my peace with it and then I end up not going because my mother has to go through surgery. I would have much rather been uncomfortable at a party than comfortable in a waiting room worried about my mother. Jack ass...out.

Sometimes I disgust even me

I got an e-vite to go to a party celebrating the birthday for one of my best friends. So I reply that I will be there without reading the evite. Turns out that there is a dress code in effect. So then I think, "Fuck that, I wear slacks, dress shoes, and at least a polo shirt everyday of the week. I'm not going to some BS party in which I have to dress up." I have a real issue wearing anything that might remotely resemble my work clothes when I'm away from work. My weekends are my time to not have to get dressed up. I understand if it's a wedding or something but not a birthday party at someones house. So I considered changing my e-vite response to "unable to attend." Then it occurred to me that I am a child. What a bitch move. To not go to a party that someone took the time to invite me to because of what I am supposed to wear is a bitch move. I'm off to self loath. Jack ass...out