Collecting stigmas can be fun…
Yesterday after I managed to finally get some pants on I was still feeling a bit all over and my head circus was sort of acting up. So I was getting a bit… snarky I guess would be the word.
So guy at the gas station who I can see cringe when I walk in, I had to ask… Do I annoy you?
His reply… “All of you burnt out surfers change your mind 100 times. Why? Why can’t surfers stick to a decision.” He did say surfers… So my stigma as a surfer
The lady at the coffee shop who I wonder about… I had to ask, “Do I annoy you?” She rolled her eyes and cringed, and Ok I admit, I pushed a bit and she finally said, “You men are all the same. Ugh… men”
So my stigma as a man.
Then I decided to bother someone else with my loveliness… One of the people who my sister knows. I go to her water ex class too sometimes and she just looks at me and shakes her head. I had to ask… “Do you not want me in your class?”
She said “Well, it is a class for fast movers and you are a bit tall for shallow water. I know tall people don’t always have that much full co-ordination.” … So my stigma as a tall person.
So far people are judging me for being a tall male surfer… no one said anything about my SZ. (I might need that badge after all. Or a medic alert bracelet.)
Today is a day off and I’m almost tempted to get out there and try and annoy new people with my tall, male, burnt out surfer loveliness and see what other stigmas I can collect.