I don't care what anybody thinks about me...

Dec 06, 2007 12:24

That's what I tell myself, as I walk the 30 yards to the laundry room in my bright pink, Killer whale pajamas.

The truth is, I do. I am painfully aware that 90% of people who look at me at any given moment don't approve of something I'm wearing. It's not usually the pajamas though. Usually it's the pink stripes in my hair, or the 18 tattoos. Sometimes it's the t-shirt with the irreverent saying on it. But there's always something that I get nasty looks about. And it's hard. I give off the impression that I don't care, but the truth is, I do. The looks still hurt.

What i find particularly creepy is the number of people who are sitting at home with their front doors open at noon on a Thursday to stare at me walking to the laundry room. DOESN'T ANYBODY WORK IN THIS PLACE?????? I'm only here because I'm working from home (and when I'm not dicking around on myspace, I'm actually working) unlike everyone else who went into the office this morning who now have the rest of the day off because of a chemical spill across the street from the building.

I'm so self conscious that I might actually put on pants to go put the laundry in the dryer....
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