please shut your GODDAMNED mouth

A girl named Tara sat at a table over from me and talked loudly about her day in a college art class, her roommate’s boyfriend and her lack of a job. I know her name was Tara because when she was talking to someone on the phone, she said, “I love my name….Tara is a fucking GREAT name….you don’t think Tara is sexy?”.

My guess is that she was 20 but she acted like she was 14. She didn’t seem very bright but what could I possibly know with such a brief introduction visit to her world.

Admittedly, I thought she was adorable and I hated myself for thinking so.

She must have sat and talked at that table for an entire 30 minutes and there were brief bits and moments that made me feel like ripping my own head off my shoulders.

She seemed to be completely oblivious to anyone else in the cafe and talked as loudly and openly as she wanted to, which maybe isn’t a bad thing to most people but I absolutely hate it. Enjoy your fucking conversation with whatever dumbshit is stupid enough to hang out with your obnoxious and clueless ass but don’t force me to eavesdrop into your creepy conversations, especially when I’m there, trying to get my own shit done.

As she left, she looked over at me, smiled nicely and said, “I love your tattoos. Who did them?”.

I wasn’t about to give her the names of the various tattooers who put their marks on my skin. What was the point? She didn’t REALLY give a shit about my tattoos.

”God”, I responded. “God tattooed me”.

Her dumb response: “Oh, really? KEWL!”.