Today was a “Fuck Everything” kind of a day.
Fuck the dozen-plus people who called me “white woman” today, especially the ones who know my name.
Fuck every person who demanded that I give them something.
Fuck the students for not giving a shit.
Fuck the half-dozen unrelated people who, at various points throughout the day, made fun of the way I talk.
Fuck my skin for getting sunburnt despite sometimes twice-daily sunscreen applications.
Fuck Jeffery Sachs for writing an interesting book (The End Of Poverty) in such a boring way that it's all but unreadable, and also for being an arrogant prick.
Fuck Robin Cook for writing the incredibly shitty medical thriller Terminal, which I read to take a break from Sachs.
Fuck weird meat.
Fuck all the children who mocked the way I run today.
Fuck my pot belly.
Fuck the rude, aggressive men who get angry and pushy with me because they think I'm not friendly enough.
Fuck the smell of burning trash that permeated the school all afternoon.
Fuck the dust.
Fuck the generator for being noisy and smelly and expensive to run.
Fuck the heat.
And fuck me for letting all these insignificant little things get under my skin.