behind closed doors

Saturday, 08 April 2006

i hate jaywalkers.

...when i'm driving.

otherwise jaywalking is fine with me as long as it's done properly. proper jaywalking is crossing the road while causing as little inconvenience to motorists as possible. that means, while standing by the sidewalk at the middle of the street (because you're too lazy to walk to the intersection, hence the jaywalking), to wait for the red light so that the cars line up to halt. and then you cross. and then you stop in the middle of the road, look to your right to make sure there's no car coming from the opposite traffic, and then finish the crossing.

so you didn't bug any driver, and you didn't risk your life. that's proper jaywalking and i'm a proper jaywalker, i'm proud to say...most of the time.

sometimes though, one zones out, and realizes she didn't wait for the cars to come to a full stop. but some are gracious, knowing they are about 2 seconds from stopping anyway, they'd stop for me. so i cross halfway, but luck runs out, and none of the opposite traffic would give me way. there stands my thin frame, my eyes almost shutting to wish i wouldn't be caught in the middle of two-way traffic.

i came out of the ordeal still alive to blog. but my butt almost did not.

i suppose it's time to admit - to acknowledge - that i have a "nice" gluteous maximus, as the person who made me so self-conscious about it calls it.

before that, i was completely unaware of my butt. but now, it's just...it's so almost become everything.

i have my share of loose and body fit clothes. what people do not know is that i rarely shop, and most everything i wear are given to me by my mother. i'm not a fashionista, i just wear what i can grab. and i don't really dress up; i just get dressed. and i love soft fabrics because they're cool and easy to move in, but they tend to amplify the problem area. the thing is, whether i wear denims, or skirts or, whatever...even the yukata...they're still so very there. loose clothing doesn't help. though i haven't tried wearing a habit. or what do you call the indian costume.

the other irritating consequence of the inexplicable special attention to my butt is that i've become a butt watcher. now, when i people watch, i go...this person has no butt. why are you wearing that? you have no butt to pull it off! if that ain't perverse...

okay, so people watching, and the survey results yield that i don't have the exclusive on nice butts. so many others possess the same quality buns, even nicer ones i'd say.

so the question remains:

what is the big deal with mine?!?!!?