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Firstly, I just want to say that I'm really rubbish at being outside. I'm not kidding. I cannot function in social settings. I legitimately walk around causing minor disasters, one time, I walked around a corner and bumped into a young kid - about 5 or something - and he dropped a chocolate bar. So I apologised profusely and bent down to pick it up. Then, because I am completely inept, I try to put the chocolate into his mouth. About halfway on my way to doing that, I go - 'Oh my god - I can't force-feed small children' - so I almost RETURN THE CHOCOLATE TO THE FLOOR!! At this stage, I cannot embarrass myself further, so I give this boy his chocolate back and then power-walk away. I will never recover from this incident.
But there are some other disadvantages to leaving my house. Whenever someone I don't know calls me 'son' or 'young man', I pretty much explode from happiness. It's so amazing. But I am almost always brought straight back down from my high, when my dad - it's usually my dad - "corrects" them. It's not like he's trying to be nice either, because then he turns around and is all; "why didn't ylu say anything? Why can't you be more like a girl? I want you to be a proper girl." And I just want to scream that I'll never be a girl and, yeah, it upsets me and the entire day gets ruined.
And those were my thoughts today.
Auf wiedersehen!
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