Friday, August 03, 2012
I'm proud of me today. It goes to show just how far I've come, mentally.
I work nights, so it's not uncommon for me to pass by people going out to bars/clubs when I'm on my way to work Thursday/Friday/Saturday night (I start work at 11pm, so I'm out right around the time they're all heading out). And of course, when boys go to bars with a bunch of their friends, their collective IQ seems to drop about fifteen points. Also, make note I said -boys-. Boys are boys no matter what age they are, based on how they act. The reverse is also true for men.
Last night's prize catch was a car full of boys that looked probably in their early twenties. Five of them. Oh boy, that's already a recipe for disaster.
I had just gotten off the bus and crossed the street, then began walking down that street towards my work. They were stopped at the light, and I knew as soon as I saw the back window down and a head sticking out of it that some nonsense was coming my way. I also took note that the others in the car were also staring like slack-jawed idiots and added a few points to the nonsense-o-meter. I was not disappointed.
Being the little boys they were though, they were cowards and waited until I had already passed by the car before they said anything. Then I heard "You're huuuuuge. Holy s***, you're SO FAT!" followed by a chorus of frat boy laughter and what I can only assume were car-wide high fives for being so "clever" and "witty". Oh ho, you sure showed me, didn't you?
But here comes my victory. I didn't even care. If this had happened to me a couple years ago, I would have spent the rest of the day in a terrible mood, probably shoveling food in my mouth because hey, I'm already enough of a whale that people point it out, what's the problem in eating more? Last night.. I heard it, registered that it was in fact directed at me, then simply shook my head and didn't even miss a step. I think I even chuckled to myself a little further up the street at soon as I realized that.. wow. That actually didn't bother me. I've come to a point that I finally -know- that I am NOT fat, and I am firm in this knowledge. Am I overweight? Yes. Am I -fat-? No, I am not. And no amount of name calling from a bunch of nitwits is ever going to make me think that again.