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And How I Learned to Love the Bomb

When I’m driving home, I scream as loudly as I can while driving home in the beautiful Norma Jean*. Sometimes my outfit will make me look short and frumpy, and I will spill my lunch on it. My hair will be unkempt some days. I’ll run out of time, go to work without makeup, and accidentally sport an aggressive face in my online meetings. I’ll tilt my head upwards to the sky and scream at the top of my lungs. And I owe all the knowledge of my free will to the unhoused.

The days are tough. To clear my head, I’ll walk around the block as many times as I have to, even if I start crying. I talk to myself often. I ignore catcalls ..sometimes. I’ll have a full-on heart-to-heart with a man on the side of the road. Once, I completed all my errands, not knowing I had bled through my jeans. I never noticed, and when I did, I never cared. Life’s just more manageable when you stop worrying about looking put together.

If people think you’re beyond help, they leave you alone. Nobody’s going to point out your messy hair if they assume the mess goes deeper. It’s a life hack; I swear by it. I have no shame; I’ll even walk up to someone and ask for a hit of their joint.

No one’s ever said no!

Some people might think I’m having a mental break. They’d see my messy car and assume I’m sleeping in it. Yeah, A 96-mile-a-day commute will make it look like that. So what if I show up tired, my hair wild, looking like it’s Halloween morning? Let people think what they want. Their assumptions are easier to carry than their judgments.

So, Thank you to everyone who reminds me that we are all just humans. Every day brings new challenges, and we shouldn’t expect to show up every day like Malibu Barbie. Let’s all unlearn the idea that we must be polished to be worth anything.

*Name of my Chevy Cruze, named after a Sprouts cashier I met once