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turpsSome people are beyond me.
I've just came home from picking Corey up from school, I walk to get him and most days I'm early so I wait on a bench near the local church. I was early today, so I was sitting just chilling, rummaging through my bag for my chap stick and this old woman comes up to me, really invading my personal space and says. 'Why did you get so big?' I mean WTF! I'm fat, I know that, I don't need random strangers commenting on it to my face. I didn't know what the hell to say. First impulse was to tell her to fuck off but I couldn't do that, so I mumbled something about always being like this. So she replies 'Are you sure?' Yeah, of course I'm bloody sure, I have to look at myself everyday.
What she expected me to say I don't know. Was I supposed to go, 'When I get upset I stuff my face with food because in my mind food is the ultimate comfort?'
So she's standing looking at me and I'm looking at my bag because I feel about an inch tall and she goes 'Oh okay, take care pet.' Right tell me to take care after you've just made me want to cry in the middle of the street then hit the nearest shop and buy as much chocolate that I can.
I don't know why some people have the mistaken belief that they can say what they like. I wish I wasn't such a sap that I could have told her to fuck off, but I know if I did I would have felt bad about it after.
So I'll say it here...Fuck off and leave me alone!
I've just came home from picking Corey up from school, I walk to get him and most days I'm early so I wait on a bench near the local church. I was early today, so I was sitting just chilling, rummaging through my bag for my chap stick and this old woman comes up to me, really invading my personal space and says. 'Why did you get so big?' I mean WTF! I'm fat, I know that, I don't need random strangers commenting on it to my face. I didn't know what the hell to say. First impulse was to tell her to fuck off but I couldn't do that, so I mumbled something about always being like this. So she replies 'Are you sure?' Yeah, of course I'm bloody sure, I have to look at myself everyday.
What she expected me to say I don't know. Was I supposed to go, 'When I get upset I stuff my face with food because in my mind food is the ultimate comfort?'
So she's standing looking at me and I'm looking at my bag because I feel about an inch tall and she goes 'Oh okay, take care pet.' Right tell me to take care after you've just made me want to cry in the middle of the street then hit the nearest shop and buy as much chocolate that I can.
I don't know why some people have the mistaken belief that they can say what they like. I wish I wasn't such a sap that I could have told her to fuck off, but I know if I did I would have felt bad about it after.
So I'll say it here...Fuck off and leave me alone!
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Date: 2003-09-09 11:51 am (UTC)I try. *smile*
That would be lovely, but if you're busy just the fact you offered made me feel all gooey inside :)
Actually, Brennnan Muse and Jesse Muse are schemimg something, wanting me to do a Brennan/Jesse version of the ultra-sappy Emma/Shal songfic I'm currently working on. Will have to see what becomes of it...