That’s A Bad Idea.
I was combing through some notes this morning and came across something interesting. After reading it, I questioned where it could have stemmed from. What happened to make me want to write this? Ah yes, now I remember.
I am standing at the front of my car with the hood propped open. The battery on my old Subaru decided it didn’t want to start. No other cars were available for a jump so I took the jump pack from my trunk and was connecting the pack to the battery. Walking her dogs, was a neighbor. She doesn’t like me. With what I’m sure was meant to be just a regular question to her because perhaps what I was doing was a “man’s job”, wasn’t so regular to me. Since I have been doing a “man’s job” all my life. She says, “Where is your husband? Shouldn’t he be doing that?”
I don’t like to talk to people who ask stupid questions. The whole process is boring and useless.
At that moment, the car started and I disconnected the pack, removed it, then slammed the hood. I just glared. Question answered lady. No. I don’t need a man to start my car.
So that is how this piece of writing was prompted. If I were to focus my anger on humans, I’d be in prison, and we already know why I can’t go there.
Never assume I can’t fix it myself.
Never assume that I’ve never done something.
Never assume I am not listening.
Never assume I am nice.
Never assume I don’t care.
Never assume I won’t try.
Never assume I will do what society wants.
Never assume I have a definite reason for my behavior or actions.
Never assume that my silence is weakness.
Never assume that because I’m in a skirt I won’t kick your ass.
Never assume I would never make it on my own.
Never assume I won’t put up a fight.
Never assume I will quit.
Never assume anything. Even if you think you know me. If you have to assume, then you don’t know me at all.