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giddygeekSo I went over to the town where Mom lives because I couldn't escape Father's Day after all. Bad, bad move.
Got to the main intersection and one of those construction signs had been set up--the ones with lights that usually spell out "Road Work 9-4" or whatever? Only, yeah, this one said "E.COLI IN THE WATER. TURN TO CHANNEL 11"
It was kind of very creepy.
Everyone in town is being told to double-boil their cooking water, to take sponge baths with double-boiled water, not to drink the town water at all. Mom's extra freaked out because Jim's been so ill lately. :-( Walk into the little stores in town and all anyone's talking about is the water in hushed tones. I went to do my laundry at the laundromat while I was in town and all the washers had signs posted over them--"The water is safe for laundry. Do not lick up puddles and you'll be fine." It made me laugh, which was good because I got way, way angry while I was in there--
I was taking my sheets and blankets out of the dryer, fully aware that this woman and her daughter were staring at me. Then the woman says something about me liking purple only she doesn't say it to me, I just overheard. And her daughter goes, "She must be a dyke."
???!?!?!!!???
OK. So, I hate people sometimes. Kerri and I went out for lunch last summer and the waitress was leading us to our table, and we passed a group of people in their early 20s and one of them called us dykes right after we had gotten past their table. We were almost more amused than anything else at the time; I was going to go up to their table and ask for one of the girls' numbers but they left before I could. Kerri has since convinced me that that might have been a Bad Idea anyway. *G*
But it's like...I'm so involved in my own life that I don't even realize other people are still ignorant until something like that happens. Then I'm startled and angry and sad all over again.
Anyway, at the laundromat, I looked up and smiled at them and said, "Look! Forest green pillow cases! I must be a lesbian!" And they looked pretty shocked; guess they thought maybe being gay made people deaf or something. I probably should have said more but I'm not good at things like that. I just threw my laundry into the baskets and walked out.
And I hate Father's Day because my dad died when I was younger and the year after, we were supposed to make cards for our dads in school. Everyone else had a dad to make a card for even if their parents were divorced, and I didn't want to make one because my dad was dead. My teacher told me to make one for my grandfather or an uncle or something but I wasn't about to do that. I was in second grade and if I couldn't make one for my daddy then I wasn't going to make one for anybody, and I couldn't make one for him because he wasn't alive. It all seemed very clear and logical to me. My teacher failed me for the project and sent me out into the hallway and called my mother--who, of course, went ape-shit on her--
But that didn't help me at all, because I already felt like I'd been punished for missing my father.
So, I hate Father's Day, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't, and I had to pretend all through lunch and then the laundromat thing. Now I'm all like, pissed off and tired and sad, and I want to be happy! Happy, dammit!
I'm going to go read baby!trickyfish. Yes. Escapism is delightful. :)
Got to the main intersection and one of those construction signs had been set up--the ones with lights that usually spell out "Road Work 9-4" or whatever? Only, yeah, this one said "E.COLI IN THE WATER. TURN TO CHANNEL 11"
It was kind of very creepy.
Everyone in town is being told to double-boil their cooking water, to take sponge baths with double-boiled water, not to drink the town water at all. Mom's extra freaked out because Jim's been so ill lately. :-( Walk into the little stores in town and all anyone's talking about is the water in hushed tones. I went to do my laundry at the laundromat while I was in town and all the washers had signs posted over them--"The water is safe for laundry. Do not lick up puddles and you'll be fine." It made me laugh, which was good because I got way, way angry while I was in there--
I was taking my sheets and blankets out of the dryer, fully aware that this woman and her daughter were staring at me. Then the woman says something about me liking purple only she doesn't say it to me, I just overheard. And her daughter goes, "She must be a dyke."
???!?!?!!!???
OK. So, I hate people sometimes. Kerri and I went out for lunch last summer and the waitress was leading us to our table, and we passed a group of people in their early 20s and one of them called us dykes right after we had gotten past their table. We were almost more amused than anything else at the time; I was going to go up to their table and ask for one of the girls' numbers but they left before I could. Kerri has since convinced me that that might have been a Bad Idea anyway. *G*
But it's like...I'm so involved in my own life that I don't even realize other people are still ignorant until something like that happens. Then I'm startled and angry and sad all over again.
Anyway, at the laundromat, I looked up and smiled at them and said, "Look! Forest green pillow cases! I must be a lesbian!" And they looked pretty shocked; guess they thought maybe being gay made people deaf or something. I probably should have said more but I'm not good at things like that. I just threw my laundry into the baskets and walked out.
And I hate Father's Day because my dad died when I was younger and the year after, we were supposed to make cards for our dads in school. Everyone else had a dad to make a card for even if their parents were divorced, and I didn't want to make one because my dad was dead. My teacher told me to make one for my grandfather or an uncle or something but I wasn't about to do that. I was in second grade and if I couldn't make one for my daddy then I wasn't going to make one for anybody, and I couldn't make one for him because he wasn't alive. It all seemed very clear and logical to me. My teacher failed me for the project and sent me out into the hallway and called my mother--who, of course, went ape-shit on her--
But that didn't help me at all, because I already felt like I'd been punished for missing my father.
So, I hate Father's Day, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't, and I had to pretend all through lunch and then the laundromat thing. Now I'm all like, pissed off and tired and sad, and I want to be happy! Happy, dammit!
I'm going to go read baby!trickyfish. Yes. Escapism is delightful. :)
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Date: 2002-06-16 03:35 pm (UTC)Just remember, *we* love you, even if other people are in the dark about how wonderful you are....
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Date: 2002-06-17 04:23 pm (UTC)Just remember, *we* love you, even if other people are in the dark about how wonderful you are....
Thank you! It really was a miserable day for the most part, and I'm not over it yet--holding on to my bad mood with fierce determination. :) But I did indeed go read baby trickyfish, yours, and my mood improved a bit despite my efforts. So freaking adorable! The next time Lance looked at Chris, he saw that Chris had French fries sticking out of his ears. Heehee, ridiculous--which is perfect, of course! So, I guess double thanks are in order--for both kindness and trickyfish. :)
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Date: 2002-06-17 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 08:58 am (UTC)I'm so confused.
Hermione is scornful of ignorant people.
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Date: 2002-06-17 04:27 pm (UTC)I'm so confused.
Hermione is scornful of ignorant people.
I think it was less the fact that my blankets are purple than that my sheets and bedskirt are white with purple squares. Because, you know, squares on the sheets! A sure sign that you're like, doing gay things in the bed and comments need to be made! And to top the whole mess off with dark green stuff too...dude, you know I'm going straight to hell. *G*
But, yes. Confusing. Sigh. People are brutally odd.
Some People
Date: 2002-06-17 12:21 pm (UTC)Re: Some People
Date: 2002-06-17 04:31 pm (UTC)LOL, yeah. A lesson we've learned time and again, actually, and yet I always manage to forget. I'm not a smart girl, Kerrilynn. Can I come up to summer school and take some remedial lessons in not being a moron? *G*
Re: Some People
Date: 2002-06-18 01:05 pm (UTC)