hello welcome back (Explicit)

Riding the bus home, I walk to the back where are a few open seats. The thought crosses my mind that people have no clue who you are or what your about until you show them something. As I space out, letting my mind wander, a voice on the wind chimes through.

"I don't give a fuck about what you think of me. Mother Fucker sitting over there. Yeah, you heard me. Who the fuck do you think you are. Scared to look at me. Yeah, well fuck you. I don't care about what you think. Yeah." 

A random guy is staring me down from two seats over. Barely audible, but with an unwavering voice, he sits provoking me, waiting for me to make a move. A confrontation is the last thing I want right now. I don't give a fuck who you are or what you think of me. I have my own problems to deal with. I am moving out of my place because it's a hostile environment, and I can save money. Don't put your shit on me. Yeah. So you think you're big, you think you're tough. Well so am I. You're not the boss of me Mother Fucker. And I'm not about to let your jerkass get to me. Peace of mind. Discipline. Composure. Breathe. Really? Welcome back to reality.

SomeOne I Don't Know Already Hates Me.

Damn what a Hellish day. To see so many sides of the story all at once. Miss Communication can be such a bitch. It doesn't matter your motivation, but the delivery and reception of your message brings to light the principles of all at play. She interjects her own individual translations into everything that is said, causing disparate ideas to come crashing together in dramatic fashion. Unfortunately, the subject is still too painful and personal to post here--those of you who know, already know what I'm writing about. For those of you who are set in their beliefs and ways, I hope you can look at a face and see humanity in it. I hope you refuse to learn, to tolerate and to practice hate; because Karma will finish what Miss Communication starts. What will you do next time you walk into a room of strangers who hate you because you don't fit their definitions--because you are different?