I got in a fight...at an airport!

I was walking through the San Diego airport a couple of weeks ago, and I got in to a fight. Yes, a fight...well, an argument actually. 

Hi I'm Alisha and I as a grown ass woman got in to an argument with a 20-something year old man that weighed maybe 120 pounds. 

Now, don't get me wrong, his age doesn't have THAT much to do with it, but maybe a little. I tend to lean toward the thought that respect has not been taught to the younger generations (it's MY opinion and MY blog - so I am entitled to it).

Here's what happened:

We were walking from one gate to another and Twigman (as I call him now) couldn't be bothered to look up from his cell phone to watch where he was walking. The first time Twigman cut me off and walked right in front of me, like I was invisible. The second time he cut me off was when he walked slowly side to side (making it impossible to pass him) and then stopped directly in front of us. Believe me, I tried to pass him and be pleasant, but I just couldn't do it.

So, I loudly said, "Excuse me!" which startled him and made him whip around and say, "what did you say to me?" I replied, "Look up Bro, you are causing issues with everyone walking behind you."

Immediately he said, "Fuck you. Why don't you lose some weight?" Wow. 

What a ground breaking insult. 

It took everything in my body to look at him and only say, "you know I can improve my outside by losing weight, but you will always be ugly inside." What I wanted to do was punch him in his little tiny face!!!

His clever response? "Bitch, I am a model!" 

I couldn't contain my laughter, and point out that my purse costs more than his entire outfit. There were further words exchanged, but none cut me quite as deep as his stupid, low and easy shot that he took at my weight. In fact, this happened two weeks ago, and I still think about it. 

Little turd!

But here is my question, why is weight the first insult that people reach for? Why do they feel the need to point out that I may be overweight? Why swing at the low hanging fruit automatically?

I mean, do the people that throw these insults around think that they are telling me something that I don't already know? 

Are they secretly spying on me while I try to squeeze into my jeans and think, "I should probably tell her she is fat, because clearly she doesn't know."

And WHY does it bother me so much? 

What if we all walked around and said the things that are most obvious to each other? 

Hey, you're bald! 

Excuse me sir, did you know that your beard looks stupid? 

Oh yeah, bitch, why don't you get your huge nose fixed?

Eat a cheeseburger you skinny whore! I mean...Maybe she IS a whore, and maybe she is skinny, but do we honestly think she doesn't know that!?

I guess the point of this whole blog is...just be kind. People know what their faults are and quite honestly, they already feel like shit about it. 

YOU DO NOT NEED TO TELL THEM OR REMIND THEM! 

Just. Be. Kind. 

You do not know what struggles people are dealing with, and you certainly don't need to point out observations just to hurt them.

That is all. Back to your regularly scheduled programming. 

XO