Mademoiselle

I feel weird. Not nice weird, I like nice weird. Nice weird when you wake up in a panic thinking you’re late for work but it’s actually a Saturday or when you eat too much wasabe paste and your nose and eyes start watering uncontrollably.  I can ‘do’ nice weird, this is not nice weird, this is spooked out weird!  Take yesterday for example, I was at the bus stop waiting, yep you’ve guessed it, for a bus when an aggressive homeless guy came over and started shouting at everyone standing there.  I was the last in line and so I was the final person to say sorry, I don’t have any spare change.  I would like to make something clear at this point, 90% of the time I give money to homeless people, that’s because 90% of the time they ask in a really courteous manner and that makes me want to help them out, usually they have a dog, we chat about dogs, life and yadda yadda yadda.  This guy however was shouting at us, so it’s 9.30 in the morning and I’m being shouted at by a wild eyed man, as if life wasn’t stressful enough.  Anyway, I tell the guy sorry, but I don’t have any money to give him and he absolutely loses it, goes nuts and pokes me hard in the chest with his finger. Ouch, it hurt. I cried but had got over it by the time I reached work.  I was wearing a hippy dress I bought at Glastonbury and a necklace with a CND trinket hanging off it.  Oh the irony, peace and love whatever.Then last night I went out to a bar and some girl randomly poured a drink over me.  Why? There was no real reason given.  I hadn’t even noticed her or her boyfriend who had apparently been standing next to me all night.  I hadn’t actually paused for breath  or looked away from my friends face due to the amount of gossip we needed to catch up on when the incident happened.  Her boyfriend came over to apologise muttering something about her freaking out sometimes and being jealous.  Jealous of WHAT?  The only thing I could think of was I was wearing a particularly short dress so what is this?  Glamour tax?! Sisters come on!Apparently it’s a full moon tomorrow, am wondering whether at this rate I’m going to bother getting out of bed.