Four

"The problem of distinguishing what we are and what we are not responsible for in this life is one of the greatest problems of human existence" - The Road Less Traveled by M. Scott Peck, M.D.

It wasn't my fault... or was it? As i walked back to my desk, I held my mug in my hand but my fingers were shaking profusely in anger. Any more than this and my coffee would spill. Get a grip, girl! Why do men feel like they have to pass a comment about everything?

I had walked into the kitchen that morning to make myself a nice cup of coffee when I walked in on a group of men talking about the super bowl (super bowl sha - side eye). Then I heard it - that awfully local whistle a.k.a "cat call", from someone without home training.

"Ahahn, young lady, i am sure you look into the mirror every day and thank God"

"Good morning sir. Doesn't everybody thank God?" I replied.

"But your own should be special thanks. You have very nice bodily assets that any woman would envy".

Pin drop silence... all eyes on me... body scan... top to bottom... all male!! Can the earth just open up and swallow me now!!!

No, i was decently dressed in a knee length skirt and loosely fitted blouse. No, my button wasn't low.

No, i didn't ask for it. No! It is not my fault so don't even go there.

Or was It?