As I mentioned before I live in Manchester. Manchester is like a lot of large cities, some good some bad. My little corner of Manchester is very nice, very trendy. Good schools, great pubs and fantastic parks and green spaces. I like living here. There are all kinds of people here, those that have lived here before it was trendy and those that moved here because it’s trendy. The mums I bump into come in all shapes, sizes, colors, creeds and nationalities. Some of the mums are the type that push bugaboos, wear skinny jeans and drive minis/mercedes/range rovers. Now me, I’m just a normal girl from Massachusetts. We own one car- an 8 y/o VW Golf. I am what I am and I don’t really try to put on airs. If Squidge wants to go to the park and I haven’t taken a shower that’s OK. I’m going to the park NOT a fancy dinner. I’m pretty friendly and will try to make eye contact with mums at the park. If I see you around our little corner of Manchester I’ll say hi.
Today I bumped into a bugaboo pushing, skinny jeans wearing posh car driving mum. I see her around all the time. She looked away when I smiled at her. So today I decided to stop trying make eye contact with you, bugaboo pushing, skinny jeans wearing posh car driving biotch! What makes you think you are above me? Why do you refuse to make eye contact? You obviously think highly of yourself. You don’t know me and yet you’ve judged me and found me lacking. You have found me not worthy of a quick hello or a smile.
When my daughter runs up to you waving hello with a smile on her face don’t turn away. She’s only 2. She hasn’t learned that people suck. That they don’t care and can be cruel. She’ll learn that soon enough, probably from your kid. You’re the adult YOU should be a better person. Our kids will be in the same year at school, we will be meeting up at various events. Will you spend the entire time pretending not to see me? Turning away when I (or others found lacking) come into your general direction?
This type of thing doesn’t usually bother me. I suppose spending 4+ weeks with family and friends has softened my skin a bit. People, even strangers would smile back when a giggly 2 year old would wave at them. Mums at the park would joke and share a smile with you. It doesn’t mean I want to come over and share my secrets with you. It’s called being civil and a nice human being. You, bugaboo pushing, skinny jeans wearing posh car driving mum might want to learn a thing or two from my kid.
These little beings and their parents make me forget the BPSJWPCD biotches of the world. Thanks guys for being my friend and never making me feel like I don’t count.