Dear Random Lady in the Big Y Parking Lot Today,
Yes, I am cute, but also deaf, possibly neurodivergent, and definitely an odd duck. I mean, you kind of have to be if it’s a Monday morning and you’re decked out in a navy blue dress, a bright primary colored plaid jacket, and a pair of maroon velvet combat boots you picked up at the flea market for $5. And this is me dressing “conservatively” (because navy blue and maroon, those are pretty bland colors for me to wear compared to my usual neon tie-dye sparkly eye vomit if I’m being honest)… but even so, I didn’t exactly blend in with the schleppy stay-at-home-moms and the shuffling senior citizens that usually populate Big Y at that hour, that’s for sure.
Anyway, sorry I did not register you were complimenting my oh-so-fabulous outfit until I had already walked past you. I generally don’t like making eye contact with strangers so I had my sunglasses on to give me maximum feelings of invincibility– basically, my sunglasses provide a social barrier between me and the normies, because they don’t know that I’m not looking at them and hence can’t get butthurt about it. That combined with the whole processing-delay-because-of-not-being-able-to-hear thing meant that I missed your comment. And I think it would have made me even more of an awkward weirdo than I already am if I had decided to say, “Thank you!” from ten feet away.
But thank you? 😘
Love,
The Stylin’ Girl with the Heart Sunglasses Who Unintentionally Ignored You and Will Most Likely Be Internally Beating Herself Up About It for the Next Few Days
