Bottom line I am not like you, and I will never be like you. What is good for you might not be the best for me, and what would be healthy to you might not be so great to me. Let me deal with the tobacco smell for a little peace of my mind; it’s okay, don’t be so not envious—by the way, I came too short for Rosh Hashanah this year; it’s okay, don’t be envious.
Guess what. I have paranoid squizophrenia, gender dysphoria, and I meet all 9 traits of borderline personality disorder found in the DSM-5. Not promiscuous. I am technically exempt from ever working again due to PTSD, triggers, stress-related patterns, anxiety, traumas, etc. But, instead I choose to work it up from home on my own pace and rhythm following my passions. In the meantime, I am supported by the health care system every month so I can survive paying for my rent, bills, food, etc. I am not scared of you. Bitches.
And that’s all you ought to know whether I’m a hello, or a goodbye person.
Stranger; “What about the Ten Commandments.”
Me; “What about them.”
Me; “Psh, with my eyes closed, thought it goes without saying.”
“Please there is no need to take off your gloves, hat, nor coat in here. No really there is no need to bother yourself in here. Oh no please really there is no need to make yourself feel like that in here,” moral of the story—give it up; keep your gloves, hats, and coats on.
This is the problem with this century is that we have two worlds to manage so whatever is transmitted through one world does not necessarily suggest the reality of the other.
Stranger; “What’s so funny.”
Me; “An ex who still whines about you even after you’ve gone off the map for over a year—and I just feel like it’s pretty fucking hilarious isn’t it—shut the fuck up.”