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It was all one fellow. I had left the house, so I was wearing my cap and jacket, and he thought I was pretty small to be in a biker gang. He went on to say that it was stupid for an American to have the English Flag on her belt, asked me why I bothered wearing makeup since it made me look uglier, and finished up with making fun of my "assault" boots.

But, since I've known this guy as long as I can remember, I knew he was just an a*****e and that's how he relates to everything in the world (except his cat, who he spoke baby talk to) I just finished the first aid on his cat that I went across three towns to do and left. My mother wanted to stick around and help clean, but he preferred to attack her political views so we left.

Actually, I need to amend that. I didn't always know he was an assshole, as I met him before I really had a grasp on what an a*****e was. Before I just wondered how strong a grasp on global politics he expected a six-year-old to have.

And the man who talks out of his a** strikes again.
"Well, everyone was raving about your kabobs, but it takes a coffee drinker to make good coffee."
"I do drink coffee. I was drinking the coffee I was making. You're right, it didn't come out well, and I spent most of the weekend trying to figure out why."
"Well, it's okay, we can't expect you to make good coffee, you don't drink coffee."
"I've been drinking coffee for three years. I've been making my own coffee that whole time. With that coffee pot. I don't know what went wrong, it tasted different that time. Maybe because I was making coffee in the middle of the ******** woods!?"
"Don't worry, no one expects you do make good coffee, you don't drink coffee."
"I was drinking coffee right in front of you!" scream ********, I hate being cute. People will take beautiful people seriously, but a cute little girl? Forget it. I try so damn hard to not be cute, and you know what happens? I wind up even cuter, it's pathetic! I tried swearing and dressing like a badass and acting all gruff and somehow it just sets off the fact I'm only just over five feet and have a face like a kewpie doll. No one actually listens to a word I say. I once told a man who considers himself on friendly terms with me that his treating my problems as if they were not real because he was amused by what looked like a child complaining about an adult situation drove me to having nightmares about him, and he laughed at me. I'm sick of this. I don't know what else to do. I've tried being badass, I've tried being elegant, but I just keep coming back to cute.
The fact he's right doesn't change the fact he isn't listening to me and doesn't have the right to act like he knows so much better than me.

Tweedle Dum also came over, which was unexpected.
After dinner, she commented, "It looked good, I wish I could have had some. Next time I invite myself over, I'll have to do it before dinner."

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I mean, I knew we were raised differently and I've tried not to judge you, but inviting yourself over to someone's house without calling them first? Much less for dinner? How can someone think that's expectable behavior?
And she doesn't knock or wait by the door. She opens the door and walks into our house after showing up without calling first? There's houses where that would get you shot.