Do you mind if I vent for a minute? I wouldn’t normally blog about this because it happens to me a lot, but sometimes I just have to get it out.
Imagine being in high school and the other kids are pointing and laughing at you because of whatever reason. You don’t quite fit their definition of the perfect human, so they point and laugh. Well, imagine being 42 years old and people (adults) driving by your house while you’re walking the dog and they slow down as they are passing you and are blatantly pointing and laughing at you. Not just one person in the car, but the driver and his three passengers. It doesn’t feel good, I know because that happens to me a lot, in fact it happened to me again today.
There is an apartment building in our neighborhood that just so happens to be a section-8 apartment building, not that there is anything wrong with people who have to be on section-8, but that apartment seems to attract the lowest of the low. There are mostly gang members and ever since they moved in to that building last year, they have been calling me “Big Gay Al” whenever I ride to the store. As a matter of fact, I was exercising on my bike, riding 23 miles a day trying to lose weight and it was their “Big Gay Al” that made me stop riding. It put me in a deep depression and I just gave up on trying to lose weight. Since then they drive by laughing at me.
What’s funny is that they walk by the house all the time either alone or in groups and never once say a word to me, it’s only when they are in their car when they start spewing all this vile hatred at me. That to me is cowardly. I mean, calling me names is cowardly on it’s own, but doing it in a way that they don’t have to worry about confrontation because they have a vehicle to drive away is even more cowardly.
Look, I know it’s not going to be the rest of my life, that these asshats are only here until either their lease is up or until they get so many complaints that they end up getting evicted, but it still hurts that I have to be the target. I’m sure they pick on other people, but I seem to be one of their main targets. And it’s not just them, there have been other tenants who have targeted me and they tortured me for the duration of their tenancy in that building. I don’t know how or why I have become the target though. Is it because I am bald, fat, gay or all of the above?
I am just so irritated. I’ve been down in the dumps the whole day because of it. When I get upset I have panic attacks and all of a sudden I’m really hungry and have to eat whatever I can get my hands on. I don’t want to blame people for my obesity, but they are certainly a factor.
“It Gets Better!” I just have to keep telling myself that.
I just want to cry my eyes out because I don’t know what else to do. I am so sick and tired of being sick and tired. I know blogging about this didn’t make me feel any better, but it was a step. I’m sorry you had to read that lol.
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