I got criticised by the crosswalk

I still remember that day just like it was yesterday. It started like every other morning, except, I got criticised by the crosswalk…

I woke up early that day and started with my usual beauty-routine: took a shower, brushed my teeth, moisturised my face, did my makeup, did my hair, picked the right outfit. I left the house and started to walk to the bus stop. As I was about to cross the road, I came across this shallow crosswalk that suggested,…- no – GAVE IT IN ORDER that I should look right.

It wasn’t even what it said but the way it said it. I was standing there -all made-up- and felt insulted, you know? ‘Look right’…I am trying, okay, cannot you tell? I’m wearing red shoes with a black outfit after all, is it not good enough for you? I mean, that is as stylish as it gets! And even if it wasn’t. Don’t you care about my personality at all? I consider myself a funny person but I guess it is really just about looks with you, isn’t it?

You know what? I feel sorry for you. You are a superficial being. No wonder people walk over you. And if I want to look wrong than I will and you are in no position to judge me. All you wear is stripes anyway. Stripes are overrated.