Last wednesday, I was going out with my sister and we were watching Captain America: Civil War. I was waiting for this movie for a year and two or three months! I love Marvel, I love DC, I love watching movies!
There was this girl who sat next to me. She looked very tomboy from the way she behave, plus from what she was wearing - an article hardcore t-shirt, black jeans, sneakers. I was totally fine with her outfits actually, my sister kinda wearing similar outfits. I might be judging her as a tomboyish from what she wore but honestly, I didn't really care. I was too busy thinking how amazing CACW could be, the movie hadn't play, 5 minutes away.
Well, I wouldn't care about her if only she looked at me as I looked at her. Like I said, I didn't care much about people around me, they're strangers! But she was looking at me as if she saw something horrible, stepped into the theatre. As if I was not normal, not okay to be here. Why?
That time, I just ignored her. Once I got home, I remembered that humiliating moment. I was so confused and angry, why did she do that to me? Why she seemed offended of my presence. I didn't even know her nor knowing that she was alive in this world.
Then, the more I thought about it. The more I realise it was because I was me - myself and she was her - herself.