Literal comment from someone who used to be a fixture in my life.
Key phrase:
Used. To. Be.
I’ve spent too much of my life listening to what other people have to say. It was something that was ingrained in me during adolescence.
“Don’t do (insert whatever the fking social faux pas of the day was for the eighties and nineties) or people will talk about you,”
“Girls don’t play with boy toys or read comics. Go play house with the little girls instead of launching G.I. Joes off of the swingset.”
“Can’t you talk about something pleasant instead of Medusa or Clash of the Titans?”
“You’re too old for cartoons.”
Then, of course, there were the really shty comments made by adults; stuff that no one should ever say to a child:
“You’re just not talented enough. You’ll never make it in the arts.”
“Why can’t you be more like (insert name of alleged perfect community female here)? She’s always so nice and pleasant and all the boys like her. She’s a nice girl. Why can’t you be a nice girl?”
“You’re not pretty, but you’re smart. If you could start wearing makeup and dressing like a normal person more, you’ll have no problem finding a husband.”
I wasted too much time in the past trying to “understand,” and “figure out why” people said these things to me. I mean, seriously, I have no fking idea why they said these things other than that they were just really intimidated or threatened by a girl with ADHD wearing a Figment hat from Disney World and a homemade Goonies shirt.
Naturally, I told the person who thought they were going to run up on me talking to me any kind of which way that they could go slip in giraffe pee and hopefully some of it would get into their mouth so then they would never get the taste of giraffe pee out of their mouth.
And then I put on my cat riding a shark in space shirt, my skinny jeans, nonverse tennis shoes I drew on and glittered because I was bored, a huge necklace and went about my day.
Because fk them. I rule.
