Near the library, while trying to navigate my boat of a company truck safely between flashing safety barriers and shards of jagged edged asphalt, I saw her.
She was possibly the most unnappealing woman I have ever seen, at about 5 foot tall, weighing around two and half bills, with a mop of unkempt hair, a large hairy facial mole and lips pulled back in, what appeared to be, a well practiced snarl.
She was poured into a pair of grimy, threadbare sweatpants and an equally grubby hoody.
The hoody had been unzipped to reveal a t-shirt with the following, written in large colorful letters:
I have the Pussy
-so-
I make the Rules!
What's my point?
At the time, I assumed the shirt was pretty much a "f*ck you!" to the world, but I now find myself wondering...
Could she have been oblivious to the sentiment on her shirt? Perhaps she was mentally handicapped or indifferent, even - maybe so poor she literally couldn't afford to care.
Or it could've been a Zen thing - detachment from worldly things and all that. The clothing was funtional, after all. Who cares about some stupidly worded sentiments? Hell, maybe the snarl wasn't even a snarl - maybe just a natural deformity.
On the other hand, she could be truly delusional - believe she has power over men (and/or women) based on the addictive quality of her sex.
But I like the last possibility, best.
What if the shirt was brazenly proclaiming the truth? What if, somewhere, she actually has a devotee? Maybe even a whole slew of them...
All hooked on that nooky.
At the time, I assumed the shirt was pretty much a "f*ck you!" to the world, but I now find myself wondering...
Could she have been oblivious to the sentiment on her shirt? Perhaps she was mentally handicapped or indifferent, even - maybe so poor she literally couldn't afford to care.
Or it could've been a Zen thing - detachment from worldly things and all that. The clothing was funtional, after all. Who cares about some stupidly worded sentiments? Hell, maybe the snarl wasn't even a snarl - maybe just a natural deformity.
On the other hand, she could be truly delusional - believe she has power over men (and/or women) based on the addictive quality of her sex.
But I like the last possibility, best.
What if the shirt was brazenly proclaiming the truth? What if, somewhere, she actually has a devotee? Maybe even a whole slew of them...
All hooked on that nooky.
I think I would like a shirt like that--just kidding. Ha, ha.
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