Coming home after a wonderful weekend with my family in Stuttgart it seems people are trying to bring me down off of my high.
Exhibit A) Last night while walking home from the train station around 1 am. A man was yelling at me” HEY PUTA!, HEY PUTA! HEY PUTA!” I ignored him, the clowns outside of this kebab place are often drunk asshats who make lewd noises and gestures when I walk by them. Usually it doesn’t phase me but he decided to yell this at me until I was no longer in his line of sight, he must have said it 30 times.Exhibit B) This morning while I was walking to work in the backwoods town that I work in, two girls decided to stare me down and when I walked past, one girl with pink hair said in German
” What is that?” with a puzzled look on her face. Her friend then started to laugh like it was the funniest thing she had heard all year. These chicks are lucky I have good sense and the desire to not land in jail.
Exhibit C) In the same shit town, when I arrived at the station for my journey back to civilization, some guy walked up behind me, made a noise like he was sniffing and then his friends who must have been watching started making pig noises.
WHAT THE EFF?
Now I tend to think I am sensitive to these events because they are such a constrast to how I felt this weekend. I was around my favorite people in the WORLD. I felt so loved and so accepted, like I was at home. As soon as I arrived in Berlin I was thrown back into this existance of being “the only one”. It’s not like this all the time. I am okay with people staring but for these three things to happen in less than 24 hours is just odd. What am I doing to generate this attention? Nothing is different aside from the fact that I was happier and in a better emotional place than I was before my trip. My trip rejuvanated my spirit and I have to come home to this crap. I just don’t get it.
I came close to crying this evening but decided to blog it. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
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