A blog cultivated by Annabelle Barrow & she's kind of embarrassed about it, but not enough to stop posting and delete the thing.

Monday, February 27

Elevators


[...]What I can fathom, however, is the elevator in the library. Every morning I longingly look at the people waiting for the elevator as I trudge past them and walk the mere two flights of stairs to my classroom. At this point I haven’t had my coffee and I just want to ride the elevator like all of the other lazy people, but I physically can’t bring myself to do it because I’m fat. And when I realized this is the reason why, I suddenly understood why Whoopi Goldberg once said she will not eat fried chicken or watermelon in public — despite loving both foods — on principal alone.
~*~wish I was skinny so I could ride elevators~*~
      -- whydoihaveablog



This near exact situation happens to me every tues/thurs. Nobody is even standing at the elevator though because my college is so absurdly small, but still, what if somebody walks by & sees me in the act. Sometimes, after class a person that I'm walking behind will be like, oh do you want me to hold the elevator? in a totally nice way, but every time I'm like, wow, they must think I can't go down the stairs because I'm so fat. Irrational? Maybe.


I do sometimes use the brand spanking new elevator in Bibb because if it ever trapped me in, I wouldn't feel so claustrophobic 'cause it's so big & spacious. Also, it never smells bad in there.

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