Slice of Life

Usually I post about Stardoll related subjects here. But today I am posting about an experience I had in real life, recently. 

A few days ago after I left work, I came home to change out of my chef coat and pants, as well as to get a shower. After my shower, I dressed for the hot weather in a tank top and a pair of skinny jeans.  Then I got in my car and drove to the mall for some retail therapy. Upon arrival, I window shopped for a while and bought a few things I have had my eye on for a while. Before heading back home to relax, I decided to make a pit stop at a great pretzel shop in my mall. After I had my pretzel, I sat down and enjoyed it while I checked some emails on my phone. When I was preparing to clean up my table and leave, a woman about the age of forty approached me. There aren't many reasons I could think of as to why someone I didn't know would approach me, especially someone like this woman. She was with a friend of about the same age. And when I acknowledged her, she simply gave me a dirty look and said that I should be ashamed of myself. Quite confused I asked what she was talking about. She then gave me a look-over and told me that I was going straight to Hell for marking my body with tattoos. And that I had been infected with Satan's ink. I don't believe in God, so I wasn't particularly worried about going to Hell or being infected. However, I was quite offended that some woman that I didn't know, who also didn't know me would have the audacity to approach me in public and criticize me for the choices I make. 

I have eight tattoos. All of which I treasure. And one in which I had done as a memorial to my mother. The idea that this woman would feel the need to "damn" me to the fiery depths of Hell really pissed me off. She went as far as to say that my mother should have raised me better. With that comment I became enraged. And before I could stop myself, I dove into a rant about how I didn't believe that God existed, and that if he did, she would surely being going to Hell with me because her attitude stank like million-year-old dinosaur shit. And that if she spoke negatively about my mother once more I was going to rip her heart out and shove it up her ass. Of course this only makes her think even less of me than she already did. Not to mention, by this time, the mall security was heading my way. And when I tried to explain to him why I was so angry, he escorted me out of the mall. By the time I got to my car I was plotting my vengeance on that evil woman.

Today, I woke up and got to work by 4am, like I usually do. The staff and I began to prepare breakfast for the hotel guests. But by the time everything was ready, our waiters and waitresses were still in a meeting with management about proper customer service. So the kitchen staff and myself had to deliver the meals to our guests. And as I walked into the dining area, I saw the woman from the mall. My heart began to race, and I wondered that if she noticed me, would she try to get me fired from my job. I was so nervous that I almost turned around and went back into the kitchen. And then the idea that she would try to get me fired really pissed me off. So instead of going back into the kitchen I kept walking towards her table. When I got there and she noticed me, her eyes went wide, and I had a right mind to shove the plate of food in her face. But instead, I pretended like I didn't know her. I set her food down and went back to my job. 

I hope to never see that woman again. Not only do I hate the very idea of her existence, I hate the idea that people have the nerve and pretentious mindset to deem what's right and wrong in this world. And I despise the idea of someone passing judgment on someone they don't know. Most people associate the idea of tattoos and piercings with rebellious behavior. Yet that doesn't always ring true. In two years I will be a college graduate. I have always had a steady job. I have good morals and character. And for the most part, I have always been a pretty decent person. My tattoos aren't a reflection of rebellion. They are a reflection of beauty.

Have you ever had someone judge you before they got to know you? 

How did you react?