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I've been playing Professor Layton and the Curious Village lately and as I'm rapidly reaching the end of the game, it seems like my DS lifespan is also coming to a close. I was playing the last leg of the game last night in bed, and I must've dozed off without turning it off. Because when I woke up, I found my DS on the floor, with the other hinge broken so the only thing keeping the screen attached to the D-pad is probably through the sheer force of my mind. Amazingly, the game was still running just fine.
Thankfully I have a borrowed spare, but I'm going to have to return it eventually. Hopefully when that time comes, I'll have enough to buy a DS Lite.
That aside, I just gotta rant. I hate it when relatives try to lecture me on my private life when
a) I'm not a child anymore.
b) You're not my immediate family and even if you were, you still don't have the right.
c) I wasn't even complaining about anything so leave me alone.
d) It's none of your fucking business to begin with.
So yes, I had the decency to dress real proper. A polo tee buttoned right to the top, jeans, heels. I walk into the salon and when she said I looked good, I knew she only said that cos anything more conservative that I could've worn would involve a giant sack. That in itself was already mildly insulting.
I couldn't wear a scarf, even though that would've been the safest route to go. (I don't have any turtlenecks to speak of, or remember.) And since I was going to get my hair cut, I would've had to lose the scarf anyway, drawing too much sudden attention to the disease-like mess that is my neck.
And I knew that there was no way I could leave without my aunt mentioning it. Which she did. To my increasing impatience, indifference and fury. (Quite a combination to hold in.) Something along the lines of "A guy who does that to you can't possibly love you all that much. So if I see things like that, I'm going to tell you off." Of course, she didn't put it so eloquently. She doesn't speak much English. The whole time I was just going "uh huh", struggling to turn my growing grimace into some kind of accommodating smile. For fuck's sake I don't need a lecture on what men are like. I've seen the worst of them. Heck, if I was in it for love I wouldn't even have left my house.
Not that she'll understand where I'm coming from. Anything I might've said at that point would have been unnecessarily rude. But her complaint was more so. If my uncle (visiting from NZ and staying at our place) saw it, he never let on. I appreciate that. All my mom said was, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend." After my reply of "No, I don't have one," she left it at that. I'm already doing what I can to not draw attention to it, so just leave me the fuck alone.
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