“oh? you have kids?” “No” i reply. “…rabbits?” “No,” again I reply. you look closer. inside is a roomba. ‘its almost time to feed him!’ i say. your eyes ask a handful of questions, but you remain silent. i sprinkle a handful of dirt in the enclosure.
Some girl in my class was talking about McDonald’s shamrock shakes and this yeehaw dude in cowboy boots said they suck and then he looked me in the eyes and said “what you’re gonna do is go to Arby’s, and get yourself a mint chocolate chip shake.” And he said it with such authority and certainty that I did so as soon as I got in my car
christian missionaries really will just show up at your door full of bad and stupid opinions you absolutely did not ask for then act hurt when you get short with them because they don’t know when to fuck off
like sirs and ma’ams i hate to break it you but y’all are not martyrs suffering for the greater good. you’re pushy strangers who show up at people’s houses uninvited to tell them about a religion they’re most likely not interested in and you get bonus asshole points for thinking it’s acceptable to preach for homophobic/transphobic organizations on the doorsteps of random lgbt ppl. ppl not being happy to see you isn’t an attack against you it’s you experiencing normal consequences for being rude.
