What the fuck happened to manners, America? Seriously?
We-ell, I guess I am still not as over people noticing my cleft as I pretend I am. Or rather, as I want to be. I could try and make it a New Year's resolution, but it is so much more cathartic to stew angrily over the rudeness of various strangers.
We dropped by a bakery before dinner with the extended family tonight, and a customer ahead of us noticed me. He didn't speak very good English, but he kept pointing to his own lip, so it didn't take a genius to figure out what he was talking about. I caught the word "surgery" and at first I thought he was complimenting the surgery I had done, which would have been weird but I probably would not have found it as offensive as what he really meant. What he said -- okay, and this is another kicker. He didn't even direct his statement to me. He asked my mother if I was her daughter, and told her that there were some very good doctors in mainland China who could, I suppose, help fix my lip. It's like, fuck, man! I'm right here!
My mom was like, "... uh thanks, but we already know that."
And then I pulled my scarf up over the lower half of my face so no one else could comment on me.
I always feel like I take these little incidents out of proportion, because I am generally a very laid-back, even-tempered person. And in this one, the guy was probably just trying to help, I guess...?!? But it still just pisses me right the fuck off when strangers bring it up. I comfort myself with fantasies of punching them in the mouth and saying, "Now you have one to match," because in real life I would never do that. Gosh, I have such seething inner rage.
Today was also the first time I'd been back to my grandparents' house since they died (it went to my uncle, who'd lived with them). It's been long enough that I wasn't tormented with memories, so that was good. I sort of had to readjust my thinking when we opened the front door, though. My grandpa would stand at the top of the stairs, calling hello, and we'd always start calling hello as soon as we opened the door. I almost did that, and then I remembered it wasn't like that anymore.
I feel like I need to mention something happy to balance out the rest of the stuff in this post. OH today we saw Cirque du Soleil's Ovo show! Aaaand I'm probably dreadfully spoiled by the gorgeous Las Vegas shows, but I didn't find it as engaging or intense as other shows. The clowns were more of the main "storyline," as opposed to being filler in between the acrobats. There were some awesome performances, though. So it wasn't all disappointing.
We dropped by a bakery before dinner with the extended family tonight, and a customer ahead of us noticed me. He didn't speak very good English, but he kept pointing to his own lip, so it didn't take a genius to figure out what he was talking about. I caught the word "surgery" and at first I thought he was complimenting the surgery I had done, which would have been weird but I probably would not have found it as offensive as what he really meant. What he said -- okay, and this is another kicker. He didn't even direct his statement to me. He asked my mother if I was her daughter, and told her that there were some very good doctors in mainland China who could, I suppose, help fix my lip. It's like, fuck, man! I'm right here!
My mom was like, "... uh thanks, but we already know that."
And then I pulled my scarf up over the lower half of my face so no one else could comment on me.
I always feel like I take these little incidents out of proportion, because I am generally a very laid-back, even-tempered person. And in this one, the guy was probably just trying to help, I guess...?!? But it still just pisses me right the fuck off when strangers bring it up. I comfort myself with fantasies of punching them in the mouth and saying, "Now you have one to match," because in real life I would never do that. Gosh, I have such seething inner rage.
Today was also the first time I'd been back to my grandparents' house since they died (it went to my uncle, who'd lived with them). It's been long enough that I wasn't tormented with memories, so that was good. I sort of had to readjust my thinking when we opened the front door, though. My grandpa would stand at the top of the stairs, calling hello, and we'd always start calling hello as soon as we opened the door. I almost did that, and then I remembered it wasn't like that anymore.
I feel like I need to mention something happy to balance out the rest of the stuff in this post. OH today we saw Cirque du Soleil's Ovo show! Aaaand I'm probably dreadfully spoiled by the gorgeous Las Vegas shows, but I didn't find it as engaging or intense as other shows. The clowns were more of the main "storyline," as opposed to being filler in between the acrobats. There were some awesome performances, though. So it wasn't all disappointing.