Parte Cinque - Present Rejection

Carpooling, carpooling, carpooling!

Yes, I don't own any means of transportation...thus, I am in the process of seeking for anyone who's willing to share his car seat with me. No worries, I will chip in gas.

I have gone through some carpooling before, twice... But everytime I ask if they'd want to do this regularly, they'd say no.

Both of them came up with different reasons.

One said that he might not be able to pick me up on time.

While the other one reasoned that my office was too freaking far!

You know... I wouldn't take them too seriously if only they weren't male species.

I have no feelings whatsoever to any of them, hell, even one of them is at my father age.

However, having trouble with male species lately... has made me pretty sensitive.

I feel that I've been rejected. Yes I might have over-reacted over carpooling.

It shouldn't be a massive deal! I keep telling myself.

Rejection for two days in a row, I wonder how one can still keep her head up.

How about taxi? Well that means of transportation I surely can't afford everyday.

While other public transportation, err... Not really. My outfits don't really go along with the bus.

It is already pretty sickening to have random people whistle at you or tease you on the street...

Now I have to imagine myself being the-stare-at-object for 30 minutes everyday? no,I would not fancy that.

Thus, my determination to find anyone who is willing to carpool with me!

So far, I don't see any willingness.

Oh how I hate feeling unwanted.

It reminds me of Tareeq in the movie, Cairo Time. This sweet Egyptian man started to love his friend's wife. She was stranded in Cairo and waiting for her husband to return from Gaza.

Tareeq accompanied her walking around Egypt. They then developed romantic feelings to each other.

But ofcourse in the end, she's still married and Tareeq was still the guy who fell for his friend's wife.

I can't stop remembering how Tareeq glanced at her when she was hand in hand with her husband in the elevator.

That's rejection.

And that's how I feel now.