This entry is in response to Sue's (re: Webpages)
Well, that was the lovely experience we had at Le Chateau.. by the way that would be the EASTGATE Le Chateau, where one of the requirements to be hired there is you have to be stuck-up. I'm used to that kinda stuff here though.. I get it everyday practically. Mostly at EASTGATE, since some people think they own the mall.
Since Sue told her story so well, I think I'll tell another. This happened sometime in the fall on the bus while I was returning from being downtown:
Me and two friends get on the bus and there's these other two girls already sitting there. So we're minding our own business as usual (I'm being honest here) and I happened to glance at the back of the bus where these two were sitting. That was the start of an arguement. One of them must've been really insecure and asked me, "What the hell are you looking at?" That's all I need to hear, so I gave my typical remark in that type of situation, "Aren't we insecure?" That got her friend involved. She thought she was 'all that' (pardon the expression, I hate it but it fits in here) So she ask how old I am. She probably thought I was younger because I'm small. Turns out were the same age.. but they seem to think themselves to be superior. For the rest of the bus ride, me and my friends just continued on with our conversation, why should we bother with them right? Wrong, of course, I happened to turn around to wave at someone outside, and one of the bimbos asks if I had a staring problem. That's something I would expect from a grade 2. Then I got the usual comments thrown at me: "What's in the bag, a gun?"; "Are you sure you go to school?"; "Oh my god, those sandals! They're so last season!" Oh but then they got really tough and came up with this: "You guys are so... so... UUHHHH!" That crushed me for life.. imagine, being "UUHHHH!" Whatever the hell that meant.
Then there was the time that me and the same two friends were sitting in the food court at Jackson Square and talking (very quietly at that) about my friend's ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend. This girl over hears me say something refering to blonde hair or something like that and assumes I'm talking to her. Her threat: "don't think I can't hear everything you're saying. If you don't shut up I'm gonna come there and punch you in the face. Don't think I won't!" Stuff like that makes me laugh. So I made her feel like a big idiot, wasn't too hard. She was more afraid I was going to pull a gun out of my bag.
Just to clear things up; yes, I wear a trench coat.. but no, it does not mean that I belong to the Satanic church or that I'm a cult member or something along line. I wear it because it gets cold here in the winter.. trench coats are warm. For those of you who couldn't figure it out before I hope you can make the connection now. And the bag.. since it seems like everyone in Stoney Creek/Hamilton is interested in what I carry in my bag, I think I'll let you in on it: My sketchbook, some pencils, a pen, erasers, water colors, paintbrushes, my lyric book, some sheet music, a CD or two, and some guitar picks. Notice how I made no reference to carrying around a gun, so those of you who were worried before can relax.
The problem here is people are too quick to judge others. And they obviously have wild imaginations to even think I'd carry a gun or some type of weapon with me. I just want to say that if you are the type of person that does this; get a life, get to know someone first, then decide what you think. And if you're like me, or if you're open-minded and accepting of others, congrats. It's hard to do that sometimes, and you get alot of shit for it, but what's the point of trying to be something you're not. I personally don't care what other people think of me, I'm myself, and I'm comfortable with what I am, that's enough for me.
Ignorance is to be ingored.