For those of you who don't know, I recently started a job at a bagel shop. I enjoy it, even more so now that I am not baking and actually get to talk to people out front.
Yesterday a younger woman (around my age) came in. Immediately I saw her style and loved it... she didn't fit into the stereotypical rich suburbs look at all. My kinda person. She ordered a strange bagel sandwich and when I was going to ring up her order, we started talking. I told her I liked her style and noticed her accent. "You have a little bit of an accent, where are you from?" I asked.
"Australia. But I've lived here for eight years. Well, not here. LA actually."
As we began talking more, I found out that she is playing bass on some recordings for Prince. Since his studio is but a mile down the street from our shop, it makes sense. She left, promising to come back the next day (today). I definitely was looking forward to seeing her again. After all, she's living my dream. I work to play and listen to music. That is her work... bass, nonetheless. So awesome.
Today when she came in, I could tell she was tired but she still took the time to chat with me a little. When I had to assist other customers, she sat down (even though she had gotten her food to go) and chatted on the phone for a while. No one else was in the store, she was chatting, my coworkers and I were puttering around doing some form of work. After awhile, a middle-aged mom came into the store. Said bassist was speaking a little loudly on her phone, but it was just her, something she would do. I am the exact same way- I speak loudly when I'm on the phone with someone. But this middle-aged suburban homemaker did not like it. As she left with her food in a hurry I heard her mutter, "We don't give a shit."
Now, sure, she may have been having a bad day. Maybe she had a bad workout or the person at the nail shop didn't get the exact shade of red she wanted on her overdone nails. Or maybe her under 400 calorie meal took 30 seconds too long to prepare. Whatever the case, was that really necessary? If she had known who this girl really was, would she still have made that comment?
Maybe this is one reason I don't like the suburbs. Everyone has to be nice all the time, be quiet, and all the same. We see something slightly out of the ordinary, someone being themselves, and we notice it and become either concerned or angry. For once I want to be myself, even in the suburbs, and not be rejected for it.
The crusty punk rock girl is longing to get out. The one with tattoos and crazy hair. The one who still wears sun dresses, but wears them with chucks and to show her tattoos. I want to be the girl who plays in a band and doesn't care what other people think. Who leads worship but shows the raw side of worship- the true heart of worship: worshipping even when everything sucks. I want to be the person He's created me to be. So badly. So why can't I?
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