(This story comes from my journal I kept while I worked in the gas station. Gonna buy a new one.)
I-just-wanna-be-loved. That's his name or Ijwbe for short, looks African.
So he walked in back when I worked in that godforsaken gasoline paradise.
"All women are crazy."
He said I didn't have my head on straight, this back before I snapped.
Did I mention he was so drunk when he said this. Ironic, and I love irony.
This one sucks. I can relate. I know this guy. It's me if I don't get my shit together.
This guy argued with me for like 15 minutes on why they are all crazy. I just shook my head, in silent empathy. He's been hurt, bad. Hell I could see his wounds.
He said I have no idea, I'm too young to understand.
"You have no idea, all women are crazy." He said he had one in his truck he said. Doubtful.
Maybe he just wanted to impress me. I just pitied him. Or gloat if telling the truth. Asshole. I never cared to check.
Ijwbe kind of upset me. Because I felt so alone after he left. He could at least find someone. Even if he didn't give two shits about that girl.
