So yesterday I had a gut wrenching experience on Twitter. This boy was talking to me. He seemed drunk or something, maybe high.
Either way, this boy, in his drunken stupor, twitted me a deeply eye-opening message. After addressing him as King, which is the way I address most men I come into contact with, he wrote me back addressing me as Queen FREAK!
QUEEN FREAK! WTF?
This pounded me to the floor of my soul. I felt the rip inside of me and immediately I was back in high school where FREAK was the worst word in the world. I hated THAT word! I hated it with a passion. I probably hated it most when I was the subject of the conversation in which it was used which seemed unavoidable in my school. Every girl was at one point or another considered a FREAK. This Twitter boy was offering me the opportunity to grow past my teenage self! A real blissing in disguise…
