reasons you should not pat my head on the subway, a poem

[rm]

I don't know you.
I did not give you permission.
I am not a small child.
Or a dog.
We are not playing Duck, Duck, Goose.
Where have your hands been?
I hate you.

Clear?

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[citrinesunset.livejournal.com]

*shudders* People are creepy.

The "I am not a small child" thing reminded me: When I was maybe six, this random woman walked past me an rubbed my head really hard as she did so. It was so weird. It wasn't even an "Oh! Cute kid!" type of thing. She didn't even look at me.

Ugh. People should really have an appropriate sense of personal space.