Last night, it happened again.
I was referred to as a ma'am at the local KFC's drive-through.
It elicited from me a very odd response: I got angry.
I never get angry from these kinds of things. I always prefer to laugh about it.
But no, I got angry. And when a friend found it funny and laughed at me, I lashed out at her.
It's like I'm so stress-driven nowadays that I can't feel/register/project normal emotions anymore.
I vocally asked God for an answer to why I'm even here still.
No response yet...
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