divine angst

Today is still young, but two different people have GLARED at me for no reason but that I was walking near them. One of them bumped me out of her way on the crosswalk, then turned and gave me the dirtiest look, like I had suddenly jumped in front of her, forcing her to push me out of her path. (I didn’t.) The other glared at me as I came out of the stairwell, as if I hadn’t opened the door carefully. In fact, I had, since I know that people get smacked by that door pretty regularly (it opens out into the hall, instead of in, into the stairwell).

Two glares and counting, and I haven’t even been out of the house an hour.