Every three weeks or so, my Youth Group (EMYM) goes to another town to feed the homeless. You know. It’s just part of what we do to help out others. Because that’s how we roll. So today we went to a nearby town to look out for people who might need something to eat, right?
Right.
Let me just tell you that it’s really hard to sometimes tell who is homeless and in need for food. Usually one can just stereotypically look out for ragged clothes and unshaven faces that include a bottle of alcohol, but it’s not a sure-fire thing, this method. Some people are hungry and they don’t necessarily have to be look all beaten down. I’m just saying.
So while we drove around looking for people who might need food, we see a man who is walking by the street and we decide to pull over. We offered him food right? He said “Yes, if you’d like to, I’ll take it.” So of course we did. He kept talking about some “girl” all the time. I was like … “Hmm, I don’t know what he’s talking about. What girl?” So yeah, my friend kept telling him, “Here’s your sandwich.” and he’s like “Yes, the girl is offering me one too.”
I don’t know WHAT he’s talking about, I’m not even paying attention to his words. Until the following happens.
-”Here, have a soda. Regner, give him a soda.”
-”Okay!” ~hands over soda~
And that’s when the homeless guy said it.
-”Thank you, sweet girl.”
Hold up. What? You just called me “girl”. What’s up with that? I looked at one of my friends in a kind of shocked horror/amusement type of deal. He stared back. This guy called me “girl”? Do I LOOK like a girl? No. So why did he call me a girl? I have issues now. “My sunglasses… my mullet…” I thought to myself. “Maybe he thought I was a girl cuz of my sunglasses.” I don’t know.
I have decided I won’t shave anymore. Feeling sort of flattered right now. Yet. Yes. I’m not a girl. SURE, I have woman hips and I could give birth if nature permitted it, but my face? Yeah, I understand my face isn’t CHISELED like Mr. Brad Pitt but I thought it was obvious that I AM a guy.
Had this happen to any normal person, they would be completely offended, but since I am a quite unlike many people, I am simply accepting the fact that to this man, I was a girl. I’m a girl. Braid my mullet?
xoxo Reggles
