Seriously, the nicest person in the world...

So there is a fellow history major in my Political Science class and he sits to the front side of me. Anyway, he needed a pen to take some notes in class and asked everyone around him except me. So I pulled out a pen and  basically made him take it. Because, I am awesome and super sweet like that, right?

Anyway, he says to me, "Thanks. I saw you at Inner Circle but I didn't have the courage to come up and say hi." This is obvious to everyone but me, some sort of, "flirtation device." And in true Megan fashion I say, "Oh, I'm sorry...seriously...you can come up and talk to me and not be afraid. I'm the nicest person in the world."

Which now when I think about it, it makes me laugh. I'm so nice to people. I must have a bitchface though because it seems like everyone is always too scared of me. This isn't the first time someone has told me that. In history classes I've had people be afraid of me until I start engaging the class in some off topic silly conversation about how "some German composer is an asshole" because we read his anti-semetic manifesto.

Megan Harris, nice to everyone, except for hacky-sack kid. Who I SAW TODAY.

Anyway, Hacky-sack kid is this "hippie kid" who decided to chase me with a hacky-sack to class one day, a year ago, as a method of flirting. Today I saw him walking toward me as I was heading to Maag. We made eye contact, he smiled, started walking toward me and I BOLTED right through the side doors of Kilcawley. I've only seen this kid twice now, don't know his name, and purposely avoid where he and his friends play their sack kicking game.

My fight or flight response is always flight when it comes to people whose first impression to me was, "I want this creeper to stop following me and GO AWAY."

Though...I did want to punch this guy in the face who looked me up and down called me 'scrappy' and then winked. I just stopped in my tracks as he walked past thinking, "God...I'm a weirdo magnet."

I'm so nice to everyone, except those two weirdos.
Oh and people who aren't out front with me. I hate liars, but I also hate people who don't tell you how they feel about you. That also pisses me off. I can't respect someone who toys with people, especially when that person is me. I cannot stand when someone dislikes me, but won't just say it. I can tell, just suck it up and say so. I'd rather hear the truth than have you prancing around like the shit I'm doing doesn't bother you.
I'll like you a lot more anyway. (This one is for fucking history major bullshit, I didn't know I was in the cattiest fucking major until today.)