| (2003-11-06) Boss Lady Imagine you're walking through your city and you see someone who has purple skin. Everyone's staring at that person, including you. You're wondering where they came from and what they're doing there. You've heard of people with purple skin before, but have never seen it yourself. That person with purple skin? That's me. I'm stared at everywhere I go. I cannot walk down the street without getting attention from every person that walks/drives by me. "Hey Boss Lady" It's never ending. I'm sick and tired of being noticed everywhere I go. People talk to me all the time. I can't walk around for five minutes without talking to at least two people. Sometimes it's "Salaam Malekeum" (a Muslim greeting) or sometimes it's answering questions about myself or talking about fasting or the weather or the day. I just want to be invisible again. I've never been so aware of my skin colour in my entire life. Everyone sees me as a white . They see Money. They see a Visa. They see A Way Out. They see nothing but What I Can Do For Them. It's frustrating. ** Last night was hot. I was told that the nights would cool off by now. "It gets down to about 15 degrees at night in mid-November." Last night was 30.5 degrees, and stayed that hot until about 4am, when it dropped down to a comfortable 28 degrees. It's hot ALL the time. Yesterday during the day, it probably reached 45 degrees. I went for a swim in the ocean (which I don't think I could live without... people in this heat who don't have somewhere to swim... I'm sorry... I really am. This Ocean is a godsend), but the waves were too strong and I nearly died. Okay, so I didn't nearly die, but I got scared. The waves plus the weird fish who like to swim around my legs and listen to me scream like a little g1rl plus the shell-filled bottom equals a not-so-enjoyable swim. |