I pulled a pink shirt out of the closet today. When it’s a sun-lit afternoon and you’re gonna watch ‘Blades of Glory,’ pink doesn’t sound too bad to wear. Today, however, wasn’t a good day.
One reason was because I had to commute. Here in the US you don’t get the bus to stop wherever you want. You have to go to the bus stop and wait there. Unfortunately though, the bus that gets to the mall is a 20-minute walk from my place.
Now, in a neighborhood where you meet guys with the names ‘Bruno’ ‘Dindo’ and ‘Pimpdaddy,’ pink isn’t really a very …uhm …common shade. It’s usually silver… often found on teeth, spinning rims and other accessories collectively called “blingblings!”
So when I took that walk I just didn’t feel right, and t’was only ’til I reached the mall that I felt safe.
Here are the other things that happened to me.
1. a man driving an old ugly car nudged his car to the sidewalk (probably thought I was gay and wanted to see me scream for fun. I only looked at him to see if he was drunk or something, he smiled at me.)
2. I missed the bus.
3. while reading in a bookstore a girl deliberately bumped my chair and when I looked at her, she said ‘oh, sorry’ and then I heard giggles from behind. (I didn’t care to look at them; I was reading a really good book – HOW TO MAKE MOVIES FOR LESS THAN $10,000)
4. There was some sort of burn from the stares of people. One guy (whom I assume was gay) viciously stared at me to the point where I had to acknowledge him. I smiled back, he smiled too, and then I went past their table and ran for my life.
When finally I reached the movie house, I texted a friend to ask her about gimik. She said she didn’t want to go out “It’s friday the 13th.”
Well that explains everything.