First Impressions Count
I am always, always, always getting in to trouble because of the way I look. It’s always been that way. I just have that kind of a persona, I suppose. When I was a young girl I was the rogue who played with the boys and hated things like summer beach dresses (you can imagine I didn’t get invited to little girls’ parties very often–especially in July and August) and when I grew up I immediately became the kind of girl who older women very much don’t want their son to marry. But the worst times are when I wear my hippy clothes, because that just seems to make it even worse. I love my hippy clothes because they remind me of being seventeen again. The only problem is that when I go out, people make assumptions–
Take last week for example. I was sitting in town overlooking the river when some guys approached me. “Haven’t got any you know what have you?” they asked me.
I sighed in to my pint. “No,” I replied, “why would you think I might?”
They were referring to drugs, of course.
Then they walked away grunting something vague, then asked other people sitting around me. It was only then that I looked down and realized that I was exactly the kind of person who might (if you agree with stereo-types) have some of that stuff. A few years earlier I had asked someone the exact same thing, just because he looked like ‘that sort of a person’.
I suppose we all make assumptions and form opinions straight away, it’s impossible not to. Nevertheless, I will still wear my hippy clothes when I need to cheer myself up.