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I think I terrified a complete stranger yesterday.

I was grabbing coffee in the morning and saw a guy drop his wallet. I yelled Heyy and jogged over to give it back. He looked super relieved, thanked me, and walked off.

A few hours later, I was at a bus stop. A guy sitting on the bench had his hood up, listening to music. I sat next to him and accidentally spilled half my soda right onto his shoes. He yanked his hood down to glare at me—it was the wallet guy. He looked at me like I was hunting him down. I just mumbled an apology and sprinted onto the first bus that pulled up.

Then around 9 PM, I walked into a small fast-food joint to get fries. I grabbed a table in the back turned around and he was sitting at the very next table with his girlfriend.

Before I could even sit down, he stood up, pointed at me, and shouted to his girlfriend, "THAT’S HIM! HE TOOK MY WALLET, PISSED ON MY SHOES, AND NOW HE’S HERE!"

I didn't even try to explain that it was just soda. I just turned around, walked out the door, and went straight home to question my own existence.

I've always cut my own hair because I can never get a professional to do it properly for me. In turn, every friend I've had has asked me about it.

I was the primary hairdresser for my old roommate, for my ex, for myself, the animals if necessary, and currently for my best friend and my partner.

I always joke around and say something like "can't you find a real hairdresser yet? this is unpaid labour." all whilst I'm having the time of my life cutting their hair.

I love dying my friend's hair. I love giving my friends the haircuts they've actually wanted. I love being able to have fun conversations with them whilst I'm working on it. I love buying all the supplies to do it and the cleanup afterwards.

Maybe I should become an actual hairdresser. Or maybe I just love my friends. Oh well.

- In my (extremely crowded, cannot even breath) morning commute, I was standing across a woman who was blaring Rihanna's 'work' on repeat for the next hr, loudly mouthing it extremely animatedly and slowing becoming it. I want to be on what she's on ! Also, I hope she's doing okay. 

- To the dude I ended up staring at for a good 10 minutes while I zoned out thinking about having cake for breakfast, I'm sorry for creeping you out.

- The questions that keep me up at night "Am I as intelligent as people seem to think I am ?", " Am I as dumb as I think I am ?", "Is that shade of lipstick too light for my skin tone ?", Am I as dumb as people actually think I am ?, "Did I turn the gas off ?" 

- a platter of pickled vegetables are placed on our table. "The pickles taste off, its too vinegar-y" "oh wait, that's just my hand cream"

So I had to set up a booth at a business event this month but that's not really the story. The story is they didn't give us parking passes so I carried a folding table, a monitor, a poster stand, and a whole box of hats and stickers half a mile through downtown. 82 degrees. August. By myself. In the clothes I was supposed to look presentable in all night.

I get there completely drenched. And I already had to talk in front of people that night which I hate. So now I'm standing there like great, I have two problems tonight. My lifelong fear of public speaking and the worlds sweatiest pits.

My mom was my entire setup crew. At one point I almost broke my leg loading the table into the car and she just goes "yeah that's good."

Right before I had to go talk I was practicing what I was gonna say in a mirror and got completely distracted because I thought I kind of looked like Pedro Pascal. Stood there way too long thinking about it.

Anyway the event happened and it was fine. But mostly I just think about that walk.

So as usual I cycle 50 minutes back from school on my e bike, and I hate the people that use a phone while cycling. As I approached a long straight road I saw a girl with a phone. I was too shy to confront her so I looked behind me, And I saw a big truck with six of those big horns. So I waved to the truck driver and he waved back, then I kind of signaled to the driver that the girl was on her phone and he did a thumbs up. Then I signaled to the driver to honk and pointed to the girl, he laughed while doing another thumbs up. He honked and the girls phone flew out of her hand and bounced on the ground. I even swerved a bit because of how loud it was my ears are still kind of ringing. The phone was in two pieces, I don't know if it was the case but it didn't look good. And we were going about 25kmh that's about 15,5 mph for my Americans here. I just laughed and she screamed something, she was probably just mad.