some older lady had the nerve to ask me, as i sat smoking on the bench:
"are you waiting for death?"
"yep."
"is that what you're doing?"
"yyep."
i didn't even try to act innocent with her. i felt comfortable enough to just be a smart-ass with her.
and then she had the nerve to make such a fucking racist remark about a girl that previously walked by. muslim? indian? the kind that wear loose [usually flowery] clothes and have their head covered as well. the woman took it as muslim. my perception was indian, the ones that wear the bindhi thing..? but.. what do i know?
p.s. it was a good communication day today. i don't know what came over me. i wasn't afraid to say anything to anyone.
for the most part. and, at least, a substantial amount less than usual. i was even able to keep on a conversation with an old classmate. i kept it going, kept asking questions about her life, and was interested. and, later, i was even able to be very nonchalant and relaxed with "strangers."
and my bosses.. everything just flowed out. i was even able to make jokes. jokes that made people laugh.
the only person i wasn't free with was "that guy." i don't know what's up with him. and that's all i'll say with that.
LJ