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You guys, swine flu is FREAKING ME OUT. A little. I get all my information from the horse because when things like this happen she is all over them, and she told me there have been confirmed cases in Kansas and suspected ones in Minnesota and HEY, HI, I LIVE IN MINNESOTA. Now I am sort of convinced I am going to get the swine flu even though I have never even seen a pig in person, let alone actually touched one, but it's ME. To counter this, I tell myself that I live in America and even though it is not perfect, we have real hospitals and doctors and no one has died in this country of pig flu.
Sometimes it is nerve-wracking to be me because there's all this worrying about pandemics and angry-looking dudes in the basement of Carol secretly wanting to rape you when all you want is to do laundry without any of these strangers giving you the stink eye, like, hey, fuck you, I live here too and I have clothes that need to be washed, motherfucker. Being me also involves a lot of defensive internal anger, like if I build myself up into this angry bitch in my mind no one will even think of fucking with me because of all the badass vibes coming off this tiny white girl. Logically I know that nearly no one is actually a rapist, but that is the way I was raised, to constantly be on guard and on the look out for shit to go down even though I've never been in a real fight or anything like that in 22 years. Still, it's got to be better to be hyper aware of your surroundings and kind of paranoid than just drifting along through life without a care in the world looking like the perfect rape and murder target, right?
I don't think about these things all the time, just when I'm out at night, or on a bus, or see some creepy looking fucker looking at me. Unfortunately, this town is like a magnet for creepy looking fuckers.
Sometimes it is nerve-wracking to be me because there's all this worrying about pandemics and angry-looking dudes in the basement of Carol secretly wanting to rape you when all you want is to do laundry without any of these strangers giving you the stink eye, like, hey, fuck you, I live here too and I have clothes that need to be washed, motherfucker. Being me also involves a lot of defensive internal anger, like if I build myself up into this angry bitch in my mind no one will even think of fucking with me because of all the badass vibes coming off this tiny white girl. Logically I know that nearly no one is actually a rapist, but that is the way I was raised, to constantly be on guard and on the look out for shit to go down even though I've never been in a real fight or anything like that in 22 years. Still, it's got to be better to be hyper aware of your surroundings and kind of paranoid than just drifting along through life without a care in the world looking like the perfect rape and murder target, right?
I don't think about these things all the time, just when I'm out at night, or on a bus, or see some creepy looking fucker looking at me. Unfortunately, this town is like a magnet for creepy looking fuckers.