Today was weird, a few mishaps came about but were cleared up. Overall it was a good day. Well, until I came home.
I'm not a psychopath, I just don't need to be asked millions of questions after I've stated that I have a bad headache, nor do I need some random person asking my mother if I wanted to do chamber music where I take lessons and hearing "she" a multitude of times, that makes my blood boil. Then she couldn't understand me, and on the fourth repetition I yelled what I was saying. So of course, she goes "WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!" and I said I was annoyed she couldn't hear me and I shouldn't have to say something five times. Then I had to repeat something else twice and muttered to clean the wax out of her ears. So then she explodes at me that I'm antagonizing her, mouthing off the minute I walked in the door. I didn't even say anything when I first came home.
Well, she barged in my room just now and we ended up making amends. Sort of. But damn I wish she'd stop calling me that name, and a girl. Gym class was interesting, people I'm closeted to were confused by people I'm stealth to which meant I had to take said confused people aside and come out to them. They were just like "Ohhhhhh, okay," it was kinda funny. Non-acceptance and harassment my eye, my peers have been beautifully supportive. Why can't adults learn from children when it comes to these things?