I have a routine

For almost everything I do. Whether big or small, there's a method. Most of you are the same. I usually don't realize it until there is a hiccup in the plans. I'll give a small example. When I enter the building of my school, the first thing I do is use the bathroom. Why? Because I'm self-conscious and hate having to get up in the middle of class to urinate. I feel like everybody is watching me when I get up. While I'm gone I believe others are thinking I'm up to no good. It's worse when I come back because I get stares as if I don't belong in the classroom. Maybe they think I haven't washed my hands. It's paranoia, I know. Anyway, after I entered the building a few days ago, I did my thing. After I use the bathroom the next thing I do is take a drink from the water fountain. I know what you're thinking. Wouldn't this inevitably make me get up during class? No sir or madam. I take in an amount that does not push me to that point. It's a science, not self-sabotage. This day was different though. Usually there is nobody at the water fountain, but today there was. As soon as I saw someone was there I got pissed. This threw off my whole routine. I had never been in this predicament. I kept walking towards the fountain. After about 7 steps, I realized it was a Desi girl. She was wearing a flower print skirt and was very attractive. Now, I wasn't very upset. I approached the fountain and my goodness did she take her sweet time. Baby girl, I understand it's free and that our culture has a certain stereotype associated with free things, but c'mon. Really? Eventually she left and I got my fill of H20. A part of me was still upset, so when she turned around and looked at me, I scowled at her as I wiped my mouth. I didn't mean for her to see that, it just happened. She replied with a dumb look. Ya know, that look where the lips are crooked and eyes get big? Yeah, that one. I don't think I'll ever see her again. Well maybe I will if I run a marathon and I reach for a cup of water after 5 KM. She might be there to snatch it from me. I am Baliwala. I put more importance on my parched throat than flirting. That is all.