When I went to get my “always” tattoo the tattoo artist taunted me saying it’s not perfect. He meant to say I’m not perfect.
He had no right to make a personal comment in a professional environment.
No matter how much I prove myself, people are always attacking me and hurting me and the worst part is I never have a smart comeback.
I went to 46 ounces last week and they gave me coffee as complimentary drink for being a regular customer. I was sitting there minding my own business and started listening to a song which reminded me of Ginny and I started to cry.
The manager came up to me and instead of asking what happened he said, “should I get the bill?”.
He wanted me to leave because I was crying. Do you see how much he lacked empathy?
I suffered my whole life because people around me lacked empathy and they weren’t expressive or even have the capability to ask “what happened”.
They made the wrong decisions and I faced the consequences.
People around me fucked up big time and they tried to put the blame on me by calling me weird, when the real problem is them.
Even now they don’t let me live my life or even give me credit for the changes I’m making.
I’m fucking waiting for my own money when I’m already successful.
rachana rajan <3 