So there’s this woman that I see everyday that stares at me. When I first walked by her I said “hi” with a small wave and a friendly smile. For me that’s a lot but I was trying to make a good impression. What did I get back? Nothing. The meanest face north of hell.
Everytime after I would wave and just try to be positive. But one day this woman with her petite 5’1 self shoulder checked me. I absolutely couldn’t believe it, here I am being nice and her old-ass mom-haircut- having-self actually put her body on mine like she wanted to start something.
Everything in me wanted to flip. I wanted to mush her face and show her how ghetto I could be. Bitch you know where I’m from!? But no. I took the high road, but she now gets a cold look from me. My glances are so cold Jack Frost would shiver. And if I see her coming near me, I don’t move out her way to make room. She better go around.
You know, I hate being so petty but at this point I guess we can’t all be friends. I have to be ok with knowing that someone just doesn’t like me. But what bothers me is why? She doesn’t know me, doesn’t know my name, nothing at all. I hate to make this a race thing but what else could it be if I’ve never spoke with her. This is the type of thing that stresses me out. No matter how good I am, how nice I am, how much education I have…there’s a chance that someone isn’t going to like me for something I have no control over. But like they say, if you have haters you must be doing something right!