Losing some but winning heaps more.

Last night I told someone to fuck off as they were very rude about my appearance.

This is how it went:

Man at tram stop, staring: "What have you done to your face?"

Me: Nothing. I was born like this."

Man, shaking his head: "I don't believe it. Where were you born?"

Me: "Australia."

Man, laughing at me: "I don't believe it."

Me: "Fuck off."

I don't swear at people often but man, sometimes they deserve it. And it feels good.

(And it's ironic - or is it? Alanis always makes me wonder - when I've written this piece about having a conversation with people with visible differences that's generated so much discussion.)

While its important to educate people, it's also not unreasonable to want a break from it all. I'm not always polite when I get questions, especially when someone mocks my truthful answers. Sometimes a big "Fuck Off" is all that's needed when people are extremely rude, and that's ok too. I don't have to endure or be polite all the time.

But it's funny for all the rude people I meet (which aren't that many really), the wonderful people outweigh these tenfold. I was out last night to see the wonderful Glen Hansard and The Frames play at the Melbourne Recital Centre - a review is to come. In short - it was amazing.

Just before Glen came on stage, I popped out to get a drink, and on the way back, I saw someone who looked familiar sitting in the seat in front of mine. It was Julia Stone! She saw me, leapt up and gave me a big warm hug and we had a five minute chat. She's so lovely. And that little gesture, from someone I really admire, meant the world after the fuckwit I encountered earlier.

I lose some, but I win heaps more. Life's good!