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"...nothing's that bad!"
...is what an old man/sucky former customer smoking outside my former workplace said to me today.
Why the hell do complete strangers feel they have the right to say stuff like that to others? It's not like I even remember him from when I used to work there, although he apparently remembers me because "me and the boys'd say, all that wee girl needs a good seeing-to and that'll set 'er right!"
Wow. Knowing groups of creepy men were talking about me like that when I was just trying to get through every day just makes me feel so good inside. And not at all dirty or anything.
What exactly did he think I was going to do? Start singing and dancing with happiness? Tell him all about how I'd found an old account with £xxx in and how I couldn't save it because it might affect my benefits but I couldn't let my mum realise I had it or she'd demand some of it but it wasn't quite enough to do anything really awesome with but it was too much to just fritter away and how yes I'd got some friends I'd like to go see but it mightn't be enough for that and if I was in the US I couldn't not go see Brian or Meghan too and how maybe I could take the train across the Southern US but it'd be expensive on my own and I don't know anyone along the way and-
Anyway, you get the picture.
Congratulations, Sir. While I was previously in a "fair to good" mood, I am now embarrassed and self-conscious, and am going to go home to hide (and quite possibly cry.)
...is what an old man/sucky former customer smoking outside my former workplace said to me today.
Why the hell do complete strangers feel they have the right to say stuff like that to others? It's not like I even remember him from when I used to work there, although he apparently remembers me because "me and the boys'd say, all that wee girl needs a good seeing-to and that'll set 'er right!"
Wow. Knowing groups of creepy men were talking about me like that when I was just trying to get through every day just makes me feel so good inside. And not at all dirty or anything.
What exactly did he think I was going to do? Start singing and dancing with happiness? Tell him all about how I'd found an old account with £xxx in and how I couldn't save it because it might affect my benefits but I couldn't let my mum realise I had it or she'd demand some of it but it wasn't quite enough to do anything really awesome with but it was too much to just fritter away and how yes I'd got some friends I'd like to go see but it mightn't be enough for that and if I was in the US I couldn't not go see Brian or Meghan too and how maybe I could take the train across the Southern US but it'd be expensive on my own and I don't know anyone along the way and-
Anyway, you get the picture.
Congratulations, Sir. While I was previously in a "fair to good" mood, I am now embarrassed and self-conscious, and am going to go home to hide (and quite possibly cry.)
" - Jester, about me 
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