what. the. fucking. fuck.
So there's a coworker who kind of pisses me off sometimes. And today he pissed me off enough to make me teary.
I've basically been cooped up in my house for over a month now due to a family situation that all hands need to be on deck to take care of. And so I wanted just one night out. Which I haven't really had since December thanks to not having a driver's license or a lot of local friends. And having a job that is very demanding and a need to write which is even more demanding. So when our workplace got offered free tickets to a play's opening night, I asked coworker to hold one for me.
"One" is the operative here.
Instead of a "Yeah, I can do that for you." I got a "Yeah, but you really should take someone with you."
I don't know about you, but I just love being nagged, guilted and lectured about my choices as a 30-year-old woman--and by "love" I mean "want to smash the next person in the face with a traffic cone who decides to scold me for sometimes wanting to have a life even though I have the unmitigated temerity to not have a lot of friends or the ability to operate an overrated, ugly and polluting tool that my country has somehow decided everyone who isn't Suspect needs to drive."
Clue: If you don't live in a big city with regular, reliable and around the clock public transportation and you don't have a car? You do not have a social life when you are no longer a college student or college-age. Yes, it sucks--for us, not for you who have the privilege of going wherever you please whenever you please without having to feel guilt and shame and self-hate in asking for rides.
In other words: Kindly shut the god damned hell up and give me my single, god damned ticket already for Christ's sake.
However, I've been fighting exhaustion all day long and thanks to chronic illness and family situation just don't have the spoons to fight with someone who doesn't Approve of Me. So I just told him not to bother. Whatever. I'll just sit at home and write. It's probably better if I do, anyway.
P.S. The first person who steps in here and says, "Ohh! But that's not how it works! Americans don't look at adults who can't drive as useless pieces of shit, really! You just need to learn how public transportation works!" is going to get a peanut shoved up their nose.
I've basically been cooped up in my house for over a month now due to a family situation that all hands need to be on deck to take care of. And so I wanted just one night out. Which I haven't really had since December thanks to not having a driver's license or a lot of local friends. And having a job that is very demanding and a need to write which is even more demanding. So when our workplace got offered free tickets to a play's opening night, I asked coworker to hold one for me.
"One" is the operative here.
Instead of a "Yeah, I can do that for you." I got a "Yeah, but you really should take someone with you."
I don't know about you, but I just love being nagged, guilted and lectured about my choices as a 30-year-old woman--and by "love" I mean "want to smash the next person in the face with a traffic cone who decides to scold me for sometimes wanting to have a life even though I have the unmitigated temerity to not have a lot of friends or the ability to operate an overrated, ugly and polluting tool that my country has somehow decided everyone who isn't Suspect needs to drive."
Clue: If you don't live in a big city with regular, reliable and around the clock public transportation and you don't have a car? You do not have a social life when you are no longer a college student or college-age. Yes, it sucks--for us, not for you who have the privilege of going wherever you please whenever you please without having to feel guilt and shame and self-hate in asking for rides.
In other words: Kindly shut the god damned hell up and give me my single, god damned ticket already for Christ's sake.
However, I've been fighting exhaustion all day long and thanks to chronic illness and family situation just don't have the spoons to fight with someone who doesn't Approve of Me. So I just told him not to bother. Whatever. I'll just sit at home and write. It's probably better if I do, anyway.
P.S. The first person who steps in here and says, "Ohh! But that's not how it works! Americans don't look at adults who can't drive as useless pieces of shit, really! You just need to learn how public transportation works!" is going to get a peanut shoved up their nose.