Was at the store buying black lights, and this man and his children were trying to earn some money to make their rent by selling these pendants and stones. They thought I looked “witchy” so they called me over assuming I might like one- they were right. Being in his situation before, I wanted to help him and his family out as much as I could. I bought one for $20; I would have bought another but I’m pretty broke myself. He offered me a cheaper price because I was kind to him (I guess other people weren’t as kind? WTF? This man was an angel compared to other street vendors) Anyway, I’ve always had this strange urge to buy from street vendors and tip buskers when I see them if I have a little extra cash on me, as long as they’re kind and respectful. (Rude, aggressive, gropey or nasty ones get Chuck E Cheese tokens if they’re lucky.) Being a Berkeley/San Francisco native, they’re everywhere, so it can get overwhelming, but it’s a part of daily life living here in the bay area- especially in the Haight-Ashbury, Telegraph, Pier 39 and in the Bart train terminals. I guess I have a sort of empathy for them, because I’ve done some busking in my day to earn extra cash, and probably will in the future. I don’t know if this is some sort of means as a way to procure good karma? but I always feel that I must help out if I can. Anyway, I really do wish his family the best of luck. I will wear this stone, because it’s not only pretty, but has a kind energy about it. (I know, my pagan is showing) Now, to go find it a chain to put on. ^_^
I have this little game I play with myself where I project all kinds of nefarious criminality on strangers I see walking around outside at night. I do this purely to simultaneously amuse and frighten myself out of boredom and because I have an overactive imagination… and I like feeling superficially scared. I most often do this while staring out the window of my hospital room to combat the boredom and loneliness during the nightshift. I’ve been doing this for years, and can’t stop. It’s addictive, and can be quite fun self inducing paranoia sometimes…
Anonymous asked, "Didn't you used to identify as a feminist?"
All I can say is that I don’t wish to apply any label to myself. I believe actions speak louder than words and labels. I don’t need to identify as a feminist/mra/egalitarion/humanist to recognize when injustices are happening. You don’t have to agree with me, and you can choose to call yourself a feminist, and I won’t judge you for it. All I ask is that you respect my decision to not label myself.
Even though I prefer not to discuss this kind of thing here, due to the fact that this topic has been brought up, anyone is welcome to address me on this issue, just so long as you’re polite. I think open discussion is a great way to go about teaching others and learning. That being said, hate mail will not be tolerated, and anyone sending it will be blocked.