I wanted to tell you all about this jerk that messaged me on MySpace yesterday and today. He’s a 32-year-old guy from Westminster. I’ve never met him, have no idea who he is, and honestly I really don’t know what led him to my page. But the message he sent me said this:
“Wow, I cant wait to see you working one of the corners in Curtis Bay.”
I told the guy that he didn’t know me and that he had no right to assume that I would ever be working a corner in Curtis Bay. Then I told him to leave me alone. And this is the response I received:
“LOL, I just figure with that typical “myspace style” picture and because of where you live that you will one day be working the corner in Curtis Bay. Sorry if I offended you. If, however, you will be performing these acts how much will you charge? Im sure it will be a good price to pay.”
My jaw dropped at this. This man, who has no access to my profile other than my picture, my age and location, assumed from those three things that I would end up as a prostitute in Curtis Bay. How ridiculous is that? And here’s the picture that made him decide this:
I don’t think that this picture makes me look like a prostitute. And I don’t think that living in Brooklyn Park makes you any more likely to becoming a prostitute than living anywhere else. How can someone learn anything about someone from a location and a picture? My picture certainly doesn’t show that I work a full-time job. And I bet it doesn’t show that I’m going back to school next semester to continue working towards my degree in teaching. But I forgot that some people out there are vain, shallow people who don’t know how to not judge other people by there demented values.
Now, I had three choices on how to handle this message. I could take the high road and tell him that he had no right to talk to me that way. I could flip out, cuss him out, and threaten his life if he spoke to me that way again. Or I could have just deleted the message and ignored it. Those of you that know me know that there is absolutely no way I would delete the message and ignore it. I’ve always been a strong-willed person, and I would never let someone disrespect me and then get the satisfaction of thinking that they can get away with it. So this was my response, which I think was a nice balance of the two options that were left:
“Fuck you asshole. I have a full-time job and go to college. Don’t judge me because of my picture and where I live. Again, you know nothing about me. I don’t know how your prostitute search ended up on me, but you need to look elsewhere. I don’t fuck creepy thirty-two year old men for money, especially ones that stalk teenage girls on the internet. Now leave me the alone motherfucker.”
Well, that’s about as balanced as your going to get out of me when I’m angry. So much for taking the high road lol.
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