Holding the blow dryer to my body because it’s only like 50 degrees in my room, and 20 outside.
FOR GOD’S SAKE GIVE ME SPRING OR GIVE ME DEATH.
I do not have an internet connection at my house. I have to drive twenty minutes to McDonald’s to do web-y things on days I don’t have class or when I’m not at my boyfriend’s house. When I come here, I half watch netflix, half do my homework, and half people-watch.
There’s a high school literally a minute and a half from here. I live in a small town, so it’s a small high school. But starting around 3:15, it becomes a madhouse in here. An entire ladies’ sports team walked in, ordered their food, and started sitting in the group of tables next to me. My bags were in a chair next to them and so I moved my things to give them more space. There were three more girls who hadn’t sat down yet so I’d know they would need the space.
I keep watching my documentary and a few minutes later, I had to use the restroom. I’m on my period, so I grabbed my purse just in case I needed to change. When I got up, I left my MacBook and iPhone on the table. By time I make it to the bathroom door, I hear one of the girls say to her friends, “Why you gotta take your purse? I don’t want your purse. Fuckin’ racist.”
I ignored it, did my business, washed my hands, and came back to my table. I started watching my documentary again, and I hear the same girl say, “I should have taken her phone to give her something to worry about.”
No. I am not a racist. My step-mother is a racist. She has a white superiority complex so deeply instilled on her by her father that she has threatened to beat me if I ever came home with a black man. That is racist.
I am kind. I am caring. I am considerate. I am also a lady, on her period. I shouldn’t have to be called a racist for not wanting to dig a tampon out of my purse in the middle of a restaurant. I also shouldn’t have to weigh my options between being called disgusting or nasty and being called a racist.
Now, I wait for a social justice blogger to find this and tear my tiny, two-day-old person blog apart for being upset over being accused of being something I despise.