I wasn't going to blog about this incident, but then the more I thought about it, the more I felt like my story should be heard.
Today someone threw poop off the top floor of the parking garage and it hit me in the head. It splattered all over my hair and my book bag. I don't know who it was. And I'm sure they were just throwing it to be funny, and that they weren't throwing it at me personally. I have never felt so confused/overwhelmed/disgusted/humiliated in my life. I have lost all hope for humanity and I no longer have any faith in anyone. So pretty much, if I don't know you, you can go to hell.
In other news, I think the poop flinging threw me out of my semi-depression. I was pretty down about things the past couple of days. Then this happened and it made me realize that maybe my current life isn't as bad as having a head covered in poo.
So tomorrow is a new day. Life goes on once you get the poop stains off your backpack. :)
PS-Special props goes out to Ricketts for helping me wash it out of my hair in that crummy little bathroom where the faucet wouldn't shut off. And oh, I'm reallll sorry about that.
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