Having one of those days where I can feel that my iron is really low and I’m not interested in anything.
This creepy guy decides to follow me around the grocery store telling me I’m pretty and I should be in a magazine and what not and its all positive and nice and whatever— but then he just keeps following me around. So I finally turned to him and said “Listen, unless you’re going to buy my groceries you need to get away from me- and if you continue to follow me, I will MACE you, because you are making me feel very unsafe.”
And I mean, he stopped- but why even do that in the first place? Like why do I have to have some fucking reason to feel unsafe or have to get angry just because some asshole fucking guy needs to tell me his opinion about me. JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP BECAUSE ACTUALLY YOU DON’T MATTER.
I’m tired of having to always be on the defense. Fuck you.
This girl I work with is literally the best person. She’s so positive and nice and hilarious.
I just realized that my favorite yoga teacher that I’ve been going to since I’ve been here, Stella Choe, is the same woman from the “what kind of Asian are you” video short. And all this time I was just like “wow, I love her she’s the best instructor and she’s hilarious.”
Going to the beach because it’s 85 degrees.