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Returning a movie was the height of my productiveness today, which is very bad since it was supposed to be a day filled with productivity, and I had lots of homework I wanted to get done. I can be self disciplined but not for more than four days in a row.
I ordered a pizza today and the delivery man made me cry. (WTF?). I didn't cry in front of him. I just had trouble doing the math and he told me I didn't tip him enough, and I felt sad because he told me he doesn't earn much, and so after I closed the door I cried. I couldn't quite figure out why I was crying either, I couldn't figure out how much money I'd given all along because it was all mental math, I hadn't meant anything by it.
It was probably partially emotional hangover too from earlier today when the guy sitting next to me on the metro spilt lettuce from a subway wrapper onto the ground (and possibly the wrapper too I didn't see) and a little girl on the other side of the metro car said, "You shouldn't throw things on the ground." She was slightly older than the girl I babysit, somewhere between 8 - 10 and he told her, "fuck you." She said, "fuck you too," to him. Then he called her a, "little n@#$%&." I don't want to type it. And she said to her two little friends, "omg did you hear what he called me," then said sort of to him, "do you know what that is? it means black," and making a little hand gesture towards herself she said, "I am prooooud to be black." Then her and her friends got off the metro, and one of them, both of whom were white said to him, "you shouldn't be racist," and the little black girl said, "and it's black history month!"
The friend of the 25 year old racist was silent the whole time, and I had leaned in front of him in disbelief when he was talking but not only didn't say anything but said, "excuse me," when I pushed past them to get off. I found the little girls on the escalator in the station, and I didn't need to go up but I said to them, "That man's retarded, what he said was really racist and I'm glad you know its wrong." They all just stared at me then one asked, "were you with them?" and I said, "no I don't know him and I'm glad not to," and the little black girl who was moving away up the escalator said, "he's retarded," at which point I really wished I had used a better word.
When I got home and retold the story Virginie was slightly upset by it, and her boyfriend was seemed disappointed that was why I was so upset, like he was hoping for a more worthy reason. I think some of the rudeness was lost in translation though, and G.I. Joe is probably not so concerned about racism anyways. I couldn't quite gage what was going on in our conversation.
I ordered a pizza today and the delivery man made me cry. (WTF?). I didn't cry in front of him. I just had trouble doing the math and he told me I didn't tip him enough, and I felt sad because he told me he doesn't earn much, and so after I closed the door I cried. I couldn't quite figure out why I was crying either, I couldn't figure out how much money I'd given all along because it was all mental math, I hadn't meant anything by it.
It was probably partially emotional hangover too from earlier today when the guy sitting next to me on the metro spilt lettuce from a subway wrapper onto the ground (and possibly the wrapper too I didn't see) and a little girl on the other side of the metro car said, "You shouldn't throw things on the ground." She was slightly older than the girl I babysit, somewhere between 8 - 10 and he told her, "fuck you." She said, "fuck you too," to him. Then he called her a, "little n@#$%&." I don't want to type it. And she said to her two little friends, "omg did you hear what he called me," then said sort of to him, "do you know what that is? it means black," and making a little hand gesture towards herself she said, "I am prooooud to be black." Then her and her friends got off the metro, and one of them, both of whom were white said to him, "you shouldn't be racist," and the little black girl said, "and it's black history month!"
The friend of the 25 year old racist was silent the whole time, and I had leaned in front of him in disbelief when he was talking but not only didn't say anything but said, "excuse me," when I pushed past them to get off. I found the little girls on the escalator in the station, and I didn't need to go up but I said to them, "That man's retarded, what he said was really racist and I'm glad you know its wrong." They all just stared at me then one asked, "were you with them?" and I said, "no I don't know him and I'm glad not to," and the little black girl who was moving away up the escalator said, "he's retarded," at which point I really wished I had used a better word.
When I got home and retold the story Virginie was slightly upset by it, and her boyfriend was seemed disappointed that was why I was so upset, like he was hoping for a more worthy reason. I think some of the rudeness was lost in translation though, and G.I. Joe is probably not so concerned about racism anyways. I couldn't quite gage what was going on in our conversation.