Uncalled for.

I went to the bathroom and a bunch of girls are in there having a hair dye party. The one is commenting that she wants her hair darker, and I comment that I think that she shouldn’t, because she’s pale like me and darker hair wouldn’t suit her complexion.

She then proceeds to tell me off. Apparently calling her pasty isn’t allowed, because she’s “usually pretty tan” and she couldn’t tan this summer because she worked in a paper mill. (FYI: It’s DECEMBER. most people aren’t tan anymore. it probably wouldn’t matter whether you were in the paper mill or not at this point, but this is something I thought of after the fact.)

I was then told to learn “when to shut [my] fucking mouth” and that I’m apparently a negative Nancy “all the fucking time.”

Well I’m sorry if I come off as negative to you, child. I try not to be too negative, so I’m sorry you got that impression.

I’ll just hide in my room and silently cry while my roommate and her friend watch movies now.