apparently i have a weirdly good people sense?
so i am born to an indian man and a black woman, so the first people i met were also people of color. and our neighbors were white. and when i was an infant, i was totally chill with women of all sizes, races, and shapes pick me up, but No White Men could ever pick me up. i would scream So Fucking Loud. legit. my neighbor was this really awesome dude named bill, who is AMAZING, and i know that now, but i literally hated him when i was a baby. moreover, i wouldn’t even allow my mom’s best friend, who i adress as an uncle, to pick me up (obviously that changed eventually lol)
so when i was younger, probably like 3 or 4, my mom worked on a farm. and there were many people who (i now know) are great people, but i was a shy child and wouldn’t talk to them. but one day, my mom sets me down to talk to someone (i had gotten past my rock eating stage y’all, its cool) and she turns around and i’m in the arms of this woman maria. and maria is what my mom calls “salt of the earth”, so you know she’s legit. we’ve stayed friends with maria, and she’s still an amazing person!
okay so i try not to talk about the smurf on here, because healing and all that shit, but the smurf is my ex who is a pretty terrible person (and probably a pathological liar?). so. the first time i met him, i thought he was weird, but not much else. and then when i started dating him, i didn’t really trust him, but i dismissed it because i’m a trout. and as i, and my good friends know now, he’s untrustworthy. he’s a smurf.
