Sometimes it gets cozy on the bus. You're elbow to elbow with your seat mate and sometimes you can't help but read what's going on with their text life.
"u are ugly fat and blk. How does it feel to look in the mirror and know that nobody loves u, loser?"
This was a little bit heartbreaking to me. How does a person get to a point where it is okay to speak to another human being like that?
As he read the text over and over (we both did, really), I wanted to hug him and say "you're okay! you can find someone better than that! You don't deserve to be spoken to like that! You deserve respect! And love!"
And I found myself grateful. For ex-boyfriends who never disrespected me. For parents who always loved me and encouraged me. For family who constantly told me I was beautiful. For not living in a world like Precious. For a God who loved me enough to sacrifice for me. I'm a really fortunate girl.
I wanted to tell my bus mate that he was worth the same as me. Worth love and respect and sacrifice. But, really, you don't do that on the bus. You don't have those conversations with strangers who texts you've been eavesdropping on. You mind your own business about that sort of thing.
Then he replied to the text with a missive of his own:
"I've seen garbage that looks better than u."
Well. What goes around comes around, I suppose.
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