I read the Loves all the time hoping someday one will be from someone who noticed me on a bus or at the grocery store and wished they’d said something. Many of these are clearly written about my friends or people I know who get noticed in a “missed connections” kind of way and maybe it’s petty of me, but… how come I never get written about? I’m a hell of a woman. Not as thin as my younger prettier friends who get written about? Hmm. Or am I just “intimidating” like they say? I’m not! I’m friendly and approachable! I love people! Unless you’re a creep. Then you can fuck right off. Maybe it’s just creeps who write in? What does that make me? Oh shit.
—Worth Noticing
This article appears in Aug 29 – Sep 4, 2019.
Are you the one who shaved off the sides of your head and put on these wacky square eyeglass frames with the bar across the top of the lenses (are they even prescription)? And wearing those weird mom jeans rolled up halfway up their calves, clothes from the 80s, blue lipstick and all kinds of crazine…
Why don’t you stop being so freaking self-absorbed?