Riley's Art Book/Journal

If you want, you can ignore this.

This is a rant chapter.

I will be very angered.

And, obviously, there will be swears.

Let me tell you a story, shall we?

It was Thursday, July 13th.  The time was about five p.m. EST timezone.  Most of my family (my sister, brother, dad, and me) were going out to run some errands.

So, we arrived at the bank (the place we had to go to first) for my dad to check in a check, or something. While I was patiently waiting (unlike my siblings), this sixty year old woman walked in with this guy, probably a son, or something (the guy looked quite young).

When the woman noticed me, she was glaring daggers at me. At first, I didn't noticed, but I started listening when she was speaking to the other guy. The other guy seemed extremely awkward, like he didn't want to be around this lady.

Now, the lady's conversation  was like she was talking to herself; the other guy barely spoke. So here's basically the first part of her conversation (I wasn't listening that much at first).

"God created her a certain way for a reason." At this, I rolled my eyes. So much for being politically correct. Now, I'm fine with Religions, but to be speaking in Public (unless in a Church or some sort)..not so much. I didn't realise she was talking about me yet.

"Honestly, if my daughter's ever did that the their hair, you wouldn't want to know what I did." This was when I realised she was talking about me. Glaring daggers, she was talking loudly. The woman was only a couple feet away from me.

"I'm so glad I had good children." Oh, okay. Everyone, if you shaved and bleached your hair, you're a bad child.

"Oh, Diana did it once. She shaved her hair, and had like one of those shaved lines. I told her 'you better never do that to your hair again'." Her voice was filled with anger. Over fucking hair.

"You can ask her what happened." She laughed a bit. "It was bad." It sounded like she fucking abused her child, to be honest.

The guy chuckled awkwardly, and said, 'Yeah'.

More was said, but I won't go full into detail.

So basically, she was complaining about how I looked.

She kept glaring at me, even when she went up to the desk to seek for help, or something.

So, here's what's wrong with this:

1. This was talking literally right next to me. I could fucking hear her.

2. She was judging me. Sure, you can judge people slightly, but kindly (and in your head preferbly.)

3. She straight up said that I was a 'bad' child, just because my hair is bleached, and shaved. I wanted to yell at her. First of all, I am attending college and highschool classes as an eight grader next year, and you want to call me a bad child? Most of my grades are A's, maybe one or two B's. I am overall a kind person to everyone. But, no, you have to sterotype me by how I look? That's just messed up.

4. You got offended by your own daughter,l cutting her hair short. It's her own fucking hair. It's her life. Not. Yours.  As someone who has a friend who kind of dealt with this, this really fucking pisses me off. Sure, you raised them, but it's still they're own life. They're not a pet you can order around. (Too be honest, you shouldn't order around a pet rudely either.)

This person just seriously pissed me off.

She proved why I hate people.

Everyone judges everyone by sex, appearance, race, gender, and sexuality. People have their own opinions, yes, but when you're rude out in public like that, it's just annoying. You have no right to judge me that way, because you don't know my life. For all you know, I could be adopted, and abused by my parents before. I could be suffering from a sort of mental disorder (which I am). And you know why? Because these things actually happen. No one's lives are perfect. Everyone has flaws, but that doesn't mean you can discriminate people.

At the very least, you can keep your disgusting thoughts to yourself, because I don't want to hear them. Don't say anything if you have nothing nice to say. An easy kindergarten rule.

Honestly, people need to grow up, and become more open minded, including that woman. Things are not like they were in the past. Life has changed. Either you adjust to it, or respect it.

And by respect I mean, you don't speak about it behind your back.

You don't have to join it, but simply be okay with it, in a way.

Life is still changing, and it will everyday with every child that is born.

You need to change with it, but don't get dragged behind by what used to be. It's over now.

Sorry for this longness.

I just felt like ranting.

Bye, bye~