So I was at a restaurant today waiting for a friend to arrive, and I noticed a little girl just outside unattended digging through an ash tray and picking up the cigarette butts and taking them close to her mouth. And after about 15 seconds of this, I decided it'd be a good idea to tell her that she shouldn't pick them up, since other people stuck them in their mouth. About two minutes later, her mom verbally abused me with nonsense that I was supposed to find her mom (the one nowhere to be seen at the time, and if said mom was around, she should've stopped the kid from the activity) and tell her what her kid was doing, that someone was with her (which was utter bollocks, because I saw no one around, and the kid had to run off around the corner to find someone), that I scared the kid (in that case, mission accomplished: I got her out of the ash tray), and that I was a pervert for approaching a kid. Seriously. If she hadn't walked off after the last remark, I would have been asking the restaurant staff to deal with her (and they would have my deepest sympathies).
And I'd do it again. Every, single, time.
(And I was presenting super-plain today, so don't even think a moment that every person who detests you is because of your gender identity -- some of them will be despicable to anyone. Most people will actually try to be civil anyway.)
To temper this situation, I offer an account of my first hormone injection: the woman who was giving me the shot repeatedly apologized because she needed two minutes to find more needles, and then she apologized despite administering the shot perfectly... it took a while to inject given the nature of the liquid, but otherwise there was no problem. And then she apologized again.
I'm sort of in awe that these two extremes in personalities can exist in this world. I don't think I've encountered anyone quite like either of them in the last five years (maybe even ten), and I've seen them both this month.
