This may not be interesting, or political. It's just a young girl
babbling about herself.
I'm 23, I live in a Southern State. Everyone here
blows, but I have a feeling most people everywhere blow. You can't be taken seriously if you have an odd haircut, piercings, tattoos, or dress differently. How terrible it is to go grocery shopping, and everyone that works there watches you like a hawk; assuming you are shop lifting. Look here mother foofer, I'm a
hard working american; I pay for my shit.
I'm not some
hood rat. I hate that sometimes the thought of "I wonder if I had long blonde hair, and a pretty dress; if I would get more respect. Especially from men." crosses my mind sometimes. I should be able to look
however I want. I should be able to ask where the light bulbs are at Walmart; without having someone roll their eyes or act nervous around me. Like I'm going to
cut them. I'm not going to bite you, not
too hard anyway. I'm a very nice sweet girl, with an open mind; and a low tolerance for bullshit. Though I do have a wicked temper at times.
Probably due to the life I've had so far. That's a whole mess of rainbows and sprinkles, let me tell you.
I don't speak to anyone else unless spoken to, you need to approach me first. I am not an extrovert, that is for sure. I walk speedily, head usually tilted a bit to either side; eyes darting left to right. A little socially awkward some would say.
When I had a big mohawk, I would usually get stopped by strangers; "Can I take a picture of you to put on Instagram?" And to that I responded with, "Uh
heck yeah." Or sometimes I'll see mothers pull in their children closer to them, or elderly people gawk at me and shake their heads. An occasional drink thrown on me.
When going to social events, or meeting someone for the first time; I can tell they aren't sure what to think about me. I'm a bit shy at first, then I open up; and they start to see how goofy and unusual I am. "You know. When I first met you I thought you were a weirdo. But then I got to know you, and you're actually really a cool person." or "You seemed like an a**hole when I first saw you, but you're such a nice genuine person. You can really tell you have a
big heart." That always brings a smile to my face.
See? Take the time to get to know someone, even if they are rather off-putting; they could be a really good person to add into your life.
For my few friends I have, I am always there for them.
Any text I receive, phone call, or knock on my door; I'm there to answer and ready to listen; and spoon out advice the best I can. I'm very good at placing myself in another's shoes, and thinking about what I would do if I were them. At work I bend over backwards to help everyone, I'm a very hard worker. With my family, I am distant. But I care.
All in all I think I'm a genuine person, with a huge heart; but some emotional baggage. I definitely wear my heart on my sleeve and am overly trusting. And I never learn from it.
I'm on here because men that I meet in "real" life are
all abusive a**hole. They realize what a softie I am after getting to know me, and they dig their talons in deep; and take hold of my heart. And in the end they just throw it to the side and
trample all over it.
I'm tired of it, I want to try something new. I want to meet someone who sees me, and I see them; and we are real with each other. No games. No chasing. No guessing. Everything out in the open. I want to share my life with someone, I want a best friend, a lover, and I don't want it to be short lived. I want something for a long while.
Guess that's really all I feel like talking about now. Want to know more about a random stranger's life? Ask for another blog, or message me; I have a ton of stories.
-That One Girl
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