My second noteworthy occurrence with Poison Oak happened while attending S.U.N.Y Purchase in New York. I was twenty. Technically, what I refer to as Poison Oak from my native state, California, is a similar plant called Poison Ivy in New York. Here is further discussion about said argument:
I don't remember how I got this Poison Ivy, but the end result was similar to 5th grade experience, because it ended up all over my face completely disfiguring me and another break up with a boy. This picture doesn't do the rash justice, but to understand the severity, compare the eyes.
At the time I was "hooking up" with a guy. I called him my boyfriend, but he wasn't. I didn't really understand what the term "hooking up" meant. Despite my blistered swollen mess of a face, I didn't hide my face in shame. I went to class and hung around with friends. Against the doctors orders I smoked cigarettes, knowing full well that I could be inhaling Poison Ivy into my mouth and lungs (that didn't happen, thank God).
One of those days I was hanging out at my friends house and the "hooking up" guy was lounging on a couch reading a book. I hadn't seen him in awhile and had heard a rumor that he was "hooking up" with this white girl with dread locks. I was offended by this for two reasons 1) because she smelled of patchouli and 2) Because no white girls should ever have dreadlocks under any circumstances.
So obviously I wanted to gain his attention in hopes he would see my beautiful face and forget about this lame dreadlocked girl, so I grabbed the book he was calmly reading, rubbed it all over my face, and then handed it back to him. I thought we'd have a laugh about my horrible face and myabe makeout? ( I really don't know what I was thinking.) Instead, he became severely disturbed and started yelling at me. I was confused by this, but I yelled right back at him. I'm Italian. Italians only response to screaming is more screaming.
The fight escalated with him holding an egg crate over his head and then throwing it at me. I ducked and it missed my head, but not my friends window. He immediately thought that he had contracted the Poison Ivy from my face and that he couldn't continue reading the book that he was half way through. We stopped hooking up after that and I started going to therapy.
I want to be like this guy:
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