and I am hoping the practices at the polls aren't repeated as in the scenario below!
Scene:
I get in line between my mother and father. As we go further in our steps towards the sign-in section, my mother asks if I'd like to go ahead of her. On first thought I want to say no, knowing that there may be a slight chance of me being mistaken for a child. At the same time, I also know my mother's capacity of correcting crude views of people who don't pay attention. She gets her protection prance on and can dig her heels deeply into the gut of the ignorance encountered. I say to myself, "Self, just let her go vote first. This way if anything goes awry in this guy's eye I'll be the corrective lens instead of ma winding her way into a tirade due to temperament." I stay in front my father while waiting.
And of course, the poll attendance taker smiles at me politely and promptly asks for my father's id so he can put him as present on the roll. My father, playing it cool doesn't even inch his fingernails into his pocket as I tap on the table with a 'Hey-I'm-Right-Here' rhythm. This attendance taker looks confused, but is quickly put to ease and pleased in the protruding of his pearly whites as he lingeringly looks at my Non-Driver's id card. I smile back and sign the book.
30.10.10
23.10.10
freedumb of speech
people say the most perplexing, idiotic and sickening things to me whether my stature be a direct topic or not.
when i'm not being verbally assaulted directly it comes to me indirectly anyway. like when the guy in the coffee shop asks to use my table's charger for his laptop while he is squatting in front of where i'm seated. i'm not a child, i'm on your level without you kneeling to mine. matter of fact, if i see adults to this do children older than 2, i cringe. the same goes to those people that talk to kids in unnecessary high pitched voices; much like when the lady in the mall gives me the bag to store my items while schreeching, "here you go sweety." i respond with a low toned almost grunted "thanks".
when i am the direct matter of conversation most times a bulk of the talk winds up being one-sided. for instance, i am on my way to a late night shindig in the city on the train and this guy approaches me. i think to myself, "uh oh pedophile alert"(i could feel him looking at me funny for a while). he gets closer to me and utters a question of my age. i look at him like he is stupid (don't believe that adage that there's no such thing as a stupid question). he immediately back tracks from his question and apologizes to me profusely while letting me know his original question would've been worse because he was gonna ask where my mother was. REALLY?! it's so sad that this dude was really serious with his stance.
a little after this on my way to another train i get yet another strange encounter with a guy. he gives my his number on a piece of brown paper bag and exclaims that he couldn't resist because i was too adorable. i'm not into meeting new people like that. as if that would be the best compliment i've received in a while and i would be so grateful i'd call him. or i just seem approachable because i wouldn't immediately be classified as a physical threat. i don't appreciate adorable -- ever. i wish not to be worshipped.
speaking of worship... i also am not enthusiastic about using my body to puff up someone else's reputation either. i meet a fellow performing artist who says i should be his Hype Chick (he had liked the way i got really into MJB the dj spun after the show). yea, this did come from an angle of being funny, but dude was supposed to be a rapper not a comedian the last time i heard him spit from a mic. the audacity was apparent as this was the first time i even met him at all. although i'm sure he didn't even intend on audaciousness; he just figured he could get away with saying whatever. and he wondered why later on i refused to freestyle at the table. my inaction spoke a strict, "f u, pay me." we both wound up saying nothing of true substance to one another at that meeting.
Moral: watch what you say, instead of me.
when i'm not being verbally assaulted directly it comes to me indirectly anyway. like when the guy in the coffee shop asks to use my table's charger for his laptop while he is squatting in front of where i'm seated. i'm not a child, i'm on your level without you kneeling to mine. matter of fact, if i see adults to this do children older than 2, i cringe. the same goes to those people that talk to kids in unnecessary high pitched voices; much like when the lady in the mall gives me the bag to store my items while schreeching, "here you go sweety." i respond with a low toned almost grunted "thanks".
when i am the direct matter of conversation most times a bulk of the talk winds up being one-sided. for instance, i am on my way to a late night shindig in the city on the train and this guy approaches me. i think to myself, "uh oh pedophile alert"(i could feel him looking at me funny for a while). he gets closer to me and utters a question of my age. i look at him like he is stupid (don't believe that adage that there's no such thing as a stupid question). he immediately back tracks from his question and apologizes to me profusely while letting me know his original question would've been worse because he was gonna ask where my mother was. REALLY?! it's so sad that this dude was really serious with his stance.
a little after this on my way to another train i get yet another strange encounter with a guy. he gives my his number on a piece of brown paper bag and exclaims that he couldn't resist because i was too adorable. i'm not into meeting new people like that. as if that would be the best compliment i've received in a while and i would be so grateful i'd call him. or i just seem approachable because i wouldn't immediately be classified as a physical threat. i don't appreciate adorable -- ever. i wish not to be worshipped.
speaking of worship... i also am not enthusiastic about using my body to puff up someone else's reputation either. i meet a fellow performing artist who says i should be his Hype Chick (he had liked the way i got really into MJB the dj spun after the show). yea, this did come from an angle of being funny, but dude was supposed to be a rapper not a comedian the last time i heard him spit from a mic. the audacity was apparent as this was the first time i even met him at all. although i'm sure he didn't even intend on audaciousness; he just figured he could get away with saying whatever. and he wondered why later on i refused to freestyle at the table. my inaction spoke a strict, "f u, pay me." we both wound up saying nothing of true substance to one another at that meeting.
Moral: watch what you say, instead of me.
16.10.10
Slick Lips, Greasy Popcorn
After viewing a pg13-rated movie last night, leaving the theatre along with the exiting throng of fellow movie goers, not eight seconds before I reach the door which is down at the end of the sloping aisle do I hear, "How'd they let a little girl in here? This movie wasn't rated pg." I'm not in the mood to let this go (it's been one of those weeks) so I turn sharply towards the man who is rhetorically inquiring about me to his date. He realizes I've heard him (duh) and makes a swooping motion with his arm over his companion's head. In order to both lose my gaze and prove his next false point, his head turns in the direction his hand is now pointing while he says, "Yea, she was sitting back there...she looked like she was twelve." I'm surprised, with all his grand gesturing he didn't topple down the carpeted ramp and cause his date to careen into the door. I turn my head so I don't trip myself and shake my head and sigh as I make my way to the escalator.
Ultimately I was used for brief entertainment purposes which was originally intended to be a genuine inquiry. He'd rather have made a light jokey observation then have a heavy confrontation once our gazes connected. I'm sure he felt ashamed, but wasn't going to apologize for reasons of this being a brief encounter most likely never to occur again and/or of his ego not letting him come down from his high horse in assuming either way he was older than me. I can't care for the peers of my peers! I'm sure he was no more than 3 years older or younger than me. Instances such as this one makes me dislike that saying about respect for elders since so many idiots think themselves to be in this classification, when compared to me, based on glanced assumption.
Ultimately I was used for brief entertainment purposes which was originally intended to be a genuine inquiry. He'd rather have made a light jokey observation then have a heavy confrontation once our gazes connected. I'm sure he felt ashamed, but wasn't going to apologize for reasons of this being a brief encounter most likely never to occur again and/or of his ego not letting him come down from his high horse in assuming either way he was older than me. I can't care for the peers of my peers! I'm sure he was no more than 3 years older or younger than me. Instances such as this one makes me dislike that saying about respect for elders since so many idiots think themselves to be in this classification, when compared to me, based on glanced assumption.
30.9.10
Lost in the Crowd... Not Really!
"It's always on 34th street!", I exclaimed after a rather rude encounter in front of a dressing room. "Let's leave before I get knocked in the head again", I reiterated to my bud referring to an earlier altercation that had happened 7 years prior (more on this later). I was run over by rudeness coming from a young woman that may have been my age or so. Basically, I was bumped not once but twice by the momentum of her bulging purse. As she passed me without a word, I said to her back as she approached her curtained partition, "You could say excuse me please." She turned with a grimace and attitude in tone asking, "Excuse me?!" At this I repeated myself.
This young woman went on to claim that she was about to say sorry, but due to the fact that I approached her with rudeness I wouldn't be getting any apology from her at all. I just chuckled as she sauntered behind the curtain. When she was saying all this to me (with a look of awe and disdain in her face) her friend made it her business to poke her head out of her dressing cubicle to gawk at me. My friend who I was awaiting, clothed and came out she confirmed with me that I definitely was not going to get any type of salutation whatsoever from the woman as she made it her duty to dismiss me after bumping me in the first place. Of course, when I responded to the unnecessary contact (I knew she felt her bag bump against me) she was shocked and had to have a snappy come-back. I just shake my head at situations as these. Glad this one didn't escalate to the elevation of the incident-turned-altercation of 7 years prior, which is why I was so reluctant to stay in the store for long.
Where I was yesterday was the exact proximity of the events I'll explain now...
To put it in basics, the altercation ended with me getting punched in the back of my skull. I was accosted then attacked by four youngster chicks (waaaay younger than me) old enough to know that physical violence is a last resort option. However, to them I suppose I left them so astounded that their first resort was to react in this manner. Not having the prowess to get me to shut up (I do have a slick lip when provoked), I was pushed, punched and pick-pocketed all in an instance of 10 minutes. All this began when one of the four YC's bumped me as I was entering a store. Of course, I let her know that she was to say excuse me when doing this. She snickered and sauntered over to her crew. I knew they were talking about my directive as they kept looking at me through the window of the store I was inside. Thirty seconds elapse and I am confronted by a ill-tempered teen that demands to know, "How old are you?!" I ask her why she's chosen to ask me this. Her response is a matter-of-fact, "I wanna know so I can tell if I can kick your ass or not." And with those magical words I flip into verbal assault mode. This resulted in having to wait for my dad to pick me up from a precinct after making my report to the police. Three of the YC's were written up and arrested and one was sent home with a warning (her mom let me know by scowling and eye-rolling that she didn't appreciate having to come gather her unruly little girl from a police station). That's how the story goes. I'll stay shaking my head until some people get some sense of sense.
This young woman went on to claim that she was about to say sorry, but due to the fact that I approached her with rudeness I wouldn't be getting any apology from her at all. I just chuckled as she sauntered behind the curtain. When she was saying all this to me (with a look of awe and disdain in her face) her friend made it her business to poke her head out of her dressing cubicle to gawk at me. My friend who I was awaiting, clothed and came out she confirmed with me that I definitely was not going to get any type of salutation whatsoever from the woman as she made it her duty to dismiss me after bumping me in the first place. Of course, when I responded to the unnecessary contact (I knew she felt her bag bump against me) she was shocked and had to have a snappy come-back. I just shake my head at situations as these. Glad this one didn't escalate to the elevation of the incident-turned-altercation of 7 years prior, which is why I was so reluctant to stay in the store for long.
Where I was yesterday was the exact proximity of the events I'll explain now...
To put it in basics, the altercation ended with me getting punched in the back of my skull. I was accosted then attacked by four youngster chicks (waaaay younger than me) old enough to know that physical violence is a last resort option. However, to them I suppose I left them so astounded that their first resort was to react in this manner. Not having the prowess to get me to shut up (I do have a slick lip when provoked), I was pushed, punched and pick-pocketed all in an instance of 10 minutes. All this began when one of the four YC's bumped me as I was entering a store. Of course, I let her know that she was to say excuse me when doing this. She snickered and sauntered over to her crew. I knew they were talking about my directive as they kept looking at me through the window of the store I was inside. Thirty seconds elapse and I am confronted by a ill-tempered teen that demands to know, "How old are you?!" I ask her why she's chosen to ask me this. Her response is a matter-of-fact, "I wanna know so I can tell if I can kick your ass or not." And with those magical words I flip into verbal assault mode. This resulted in having to wait for my dad to pick me up from a precinct after making my report to the police. Three of the YC's were written up and arrested and one was sent home with a warning (her mom let me know by scowling and eye-rolling that she didn't appreciate having to come gather her unruly little girl from a police station). That's how the story goes. I'll stay shaking my head until some people get some sense of sense.
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