judgement
every time i step out of the house, strangers always have preconceived notions of what kind of a person i am.
i seem to have forgotten about it lately, but i need to remind myself daily that this is the fact of my life right here, right now.
of course i couldn't care less of what strangers think of me, because i don't think about them at all. they don't pay my bills, they don't help put food on my fucking table. but underneath all those polite demeanor in front of my face, it does hurt when i accidentally hear them say things behind my back. superficial things, you know, about how i don't dress conventionally like other women.
please, do pray tell, how does my way of dressing myself affect you? or the world as a whole? we are going through the worst crisis of our lifetime; genocide, corruption, and children being exploited sexually. shouldn't your energy be directed at those crises instead?
well, who am i to dictate what you want to do with your energy and your time, isn't it? should i be flattered that you, a mere stranger, thought of me every so often? no, i'm not. it does however, reveal to me what kind of a person you are; someone i should not engage with.
god, i just want strangers to leave me the fuck alone, really. judging people over superficial things are just so fucking dumb, not gonna lie.