giving up on good manners
I have decided to take a more, uh, pro-active approach to unwanted commentary from strangers. Which I guess was well timed, because despite sleeping from noon to nine today, I still seemed to have a day filled with odd remarks. After all, if random people are going to annoy me with their unsolicited intrusions into my life, I should at least have fun with it, right? Why should I be made to feel uncomfortable when they're the assholes?
So when the man outside the coffee shop told me to be sure to wish my mother a happy mother's day, I put on my best devastated face and told him that my mother was dead. He back-pedaled pretty fast. Later, some no-neck at the gym was marbling-mouthing his way through some random comments about motivation and focus (I think he was thanking me for providing these things, but that makes so little sense to me that I am choosing to believe I misunderstood due to his truly horrendous diction). Instead of saying anything, I stared at him glassily until he trailed off uncomfortably and shuffled away. To finish my day, I swore virulently at a taxi driver who leaned out of his cab to tell me to smile. Even though this really seemed to upset him and caused him to call me evil, he should be happy to know that I felt a lot more like smiling after that. Apparently, using vulgar language with strangers is my path to inner peace?
I'm a little concerned that all this adds up to me being a bit a of a douche, but what can you do?
So when the man outside the coffee shop told me to be sure to wish my mother a happy mother's day, I put on my best devastated face and told him that my mother was dead. He back-pedaled pretty fast. Later, some no-neck at the gym was marbling-mouthing his way through some random comments about motivation and focus (I think he was thanking me for providing these things, but that makes so little sense to me that I am choosing to believe I misunderstood due to his truly horrendous diction). Instead of saying anything, I stared at him glassily until he trailed off uncomfortably and shuffled away. To finish my day, I swore virulently at a taxi driver who leaned out of his cab to tell me to smile. Even though this really seemed to upset him and caused him to call me evil, he should be happy to know that I felt a lot more like smiling after that. Apparently, using vulgar language with strangers is my path to inner peace?
I'm a little concerned that all this adds up to me being a bit a of a douche, but what can you do?