I went to Borders and I'm proud of myself for only purchasing one book, one cd, and one magazine. I had several more items in my hands but I put them back, reassuring myself that I could find them at the library... but NO! I want to read these really cool-looking graphic novels called "Rex Mundi" and a couple Batman ones, and the library has not a one.
So, I had a new & unnerving experience yesterday involving a psycho stranger...
If you know who I am, you know that I have a hair "issue," in that I don't have any on the top of my head. I've been dealing with this thing called trichotillomania for a long time; it's a nervous disorder. Most people would probably shave their heads and wear a wig or something, but I'm pretty secure with myself just the way I am, and I just don't really care what people think. Anyway, this woman just came up to me and was like, "Hello. What's wrong with you?" Now, I'm all for people asking me what's up, because I'll gladly tell them, but a stranger? Who does that?! It took me a second- I was thinking, what is she talking about? So I briefly told her (btw, I was about to get into my car). Then, this strange person asked if they could "pray for me" and I responded, "Well, YOU can do whatever YOU want to do, but I'm an atheist and I don't believe in that." Now, you would think that that would be enough for this strange person to leave me alone. How frank must I be? But no, she gave me this blank look and was like, "Well, could I pray for you right now?" and then meant like she was going to "lay hands on me" or something. And I said, "Um, did you not understand me? I don't do that. So, um, no. Thank you." She still didn't leave me alone. "Well, can I pray for you later?" I said, "Look. Go do whatever you want to do. Okay, bye," and started to get into my car, to which she responded, "God Bless You! Bless You!"
Some people are freaks!
P.S. Bailey got Jesus' business card from a student the other day. Leave us alone, people!
P.P.S. The "Motivational Poster" is courtesy of Angie. Oh, there were lots more... and they were all funny. This one seems the most relevant to my career.
2 comments:
What does it say about me that I spend my day with "teachers dressing badly" (No one can rock an ABC appliqued sweater, too short "mom" jeans, holiday-themed socks and reeboks like an elementary teacher!) and then immediately get onto gofugyourself to see what's ugly in the celebrity world? Perhaps it's a way of reassuring myself that money can't buy taste. At least teachers have the excuse that they don't have stylists and are also broke from buying all the things they need for their classrooms and students that aren't provided for them. Oh well, I need to go pick out my outfit for tomorrow. I'm in a fashion quandry now that St Patrick's day and Easter are over. What holiday do I base my outfit on now?
Ah, yes... I'll never forget Mrs. K-M's "Teachers Are Special" puffy-painted sweatshirt. I made a really nice sketch of it in journalism class. I simply couldn't believe the retardedness of it.
Post a Comment