Strength is Weakness
Where the -@!# did my muse go?
Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.
"Umm, there's no shoes allowed in here." The girl said, stretching long over her legs.
I'd been in the same room at least two dozen times and no one had ever complained until now but I just nodded and said, "No problem."
As I started peeling off the heel of one shoe with the toe of the other, she added, "There's a track outside."
I knew that already. It was also one-hundred ten degrees out there. Before I had a chance to tell her, she continued, "You're actually ruining my meditation."
She hadn't been trying to help me at all! She'd been trying to get me to leave with all of her suggestions. Anger flooded through me. Entitled brat! This wasn't her room. We both payed the same membership fee. I would tell her a thing or two. I would--
I would do nothing.
Bigger, stronger, uglier, fatter and oh so male, there was no way this would be seen as anything other than me bullying her.
"Excuse me, I hadn't realized you had reserved the whole room." Helpless I slunk out, dragging my humiliation low behind me.
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No, don't be humiliated. She didn't reserve the room. You went in there for a reason. Do it. ;) I guess he didn't want mt be a jerk and sit down and hum loudly in his own meditation, or stretch uncommonly loudly, or so something to drive her away. He could have also sat down and stared at her, observing, until she grew uncomfortable and left. He doesn't need to feel guilty for interrupting her.