Yesterday was an interesting day, nothing really other than
the following series of events. I was sitting on a curb waiting for a friend to
show up. An older gentleman was running
(read: leaning forward falling slowly but technically jogging) and ran by
me. I guess he was concerned for my wellbeing
and asked if I was ok (this was after I said “what’s up dude” to him). Maybe not a lot of mid-thirties dudes sit on
the side of the road staring at their phone.
I said that I was, to which his verbatim response was (drum roll): “Well then kiss my ass and go fuck yourself,
buddy.” This did two things to me. 1) the slight sense of pride, which quickly dissipated,
bowed up a little and was ready to respond harshly, and 2) I verbally expressed
confusion with a “huh?” For a minute I thought
I had a psychotic break because clearly that wouldn’t have just happened. Then as he is cruising up the hill I hear him
continue to curse and talk to whoever.
This made me feel both better and worse at the same time. Maybe he has Tourette’s? Maybe he hates me that much.
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