Beers. Bikes. Battlestar Galactica.
my name is faith, i work at a tattoo/piercing shop.
i probably like my cat more than i like you.
“Crazy”
One of my new coworkers saw my pill case when I was taking my Lithium and said “Oh, so you’re CRAZY!”
I hate the word “crazy.” I really do. I hate being called crazy. The most I’ll say about myself is jokingly talking about how the meds I take keep me from going bonkers. Never crazy. That word in and of itself just bothers me, a lot. I’ve been called a lot of things, and none of them ever bothered me as much as “crazy” does. Working in a tattoo shop requires a thick skin, which I have, but I guess my skin has a few cracks in it.
I don’t normally hide my meds or take them secretively as I don’t feel anymore that I have anything to be ashamed of. But things like that make me feel small and ashamed and, well… “crazy.”
Think before you speak.
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imnotsmilingatyou said:
I’ve always felt the same way but I’m always surprised at how few people say this.
Good for you. Thanks.
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