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Yours truly,

August 24th, 2012

Dear Rude Woman at Dollar General... @ 11:28 pm

Current Location: USA, Columbus, OH
Current Mood: judged too harshly without having known me
Current Music: Chris Tomlin - "I Lift My Hands"

Dear rude woman at Dollar General,

While you were gawking at my arms in obvious disgust wondering what's wrong with me and making me feel even more über self-conscious about my mental illness than I already am, I was gawking back at you wondering where your manners are.

Didn't you learn, it's rude to stare?

Yes, I have OCD. I have Trichotillomania.

Google it.

I pull my hair.

I've done it for many years, and no, I do not know why I started doing it. I used to do it on my legs when I was a little kid. I do not feel ok with "just shaving" my hair from my arms, given ... other .... things I've done in my past. I know my arms look "strange," "gross," and "disturbing," maybe even "disgusting."

Trust me, I wish I didn't do this more than you wish you didn't have to see it. People like you are the reason people like me are shy about going out into the public and interacting with people. I don't live to impress by looks. I sure don't live to please the likes of your rude selves, either. Get over it.

Someone who struggles with mental disease far less than she does with holding back from the desire to jack-smack your face so hard, it's on the back of your head! Thank God you're not worth the jail time, lady. Thank Him, too, that I'm learning mercy and grace are the better things to extend to those who hurt me.

Mercy = not getting what I deserve.
Grace = getting what I don't deserve.


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Yours truly,