little things

Happy Tuesday everyone it's not Tuesday,

I had a pretty bad day. I went to sleep upset so I woke up the same. I lost my sunglasses which made for a painful exchange with the sun (my eyes are very sensitive to light). I was fighting with my boyfriend. And I got a second parking ticket because my parking permit was not yet mailed to me and upon calling the police station I was informed my parking permit was in fact still sitting it the online cart.

So I got home, put on "New Girl", cuddled with my dog, and ate all of the chocolate. All of it.

Eventually my day did turn around. Here are a couple little stories about little things.

When I got to my friend's house her little niece ran to me yelling my name. She was so excited to see me. Honestly that alone changed my whole day around. It made me so happy and warm in my heart. I picked her up and gave her a good hug.

When it came time to go home I was completely exhausted and decided I needed  Dr. Pepper to wake me up a bit before I drove myself home. I found an all night Jack-in-the-box and ordered a medium. The guy seemed kind of surprised that I was there at 1 in the morning and to only get a drink. When I got to the window it was closed and I could see the man inside filling my cup. He looked over at me and we smiled at each other. He opened the window and instead of first taking the card that I was offering he put the drink in my hand. I took it and tried to give him the card again. He refused and said, "Have a good night". I was pretty shocked. "Are you serious?" He smiled back at me. "Yeah, I'm serious. Have a good night." I was very grateful.

Little things like a little girl being really excited to see you or a late night attendant at a drive-thru giving you your two dollar drink for free can really make a person's day. I was having the worst day. Until small moments and small kindnesses changed it for the better. They may seem like small things but to me they meant a lot. I think having a bad day made me appreciate these little moments of happiness even more. If I hadn't been sad I wouldn't have gone to my friend's house and I wouldn't have had a little girl run into my arms and I wouldn't have had a free drink.

Those were the main stories but here's a little more. We got together with a couple more friends and after hanging out for a little bit we went and got food. While waiting for the cashier to open the window we did some dancing to music that one of my friends was playing. When it was my turn and I gave the guy my name he said it was cool and he was really nice. I liked him. I was a little disappointed when someone else brought me my food. The funniest part and point of this little story was when she called out my name, handed me my chilli cheese fries and said, "Thank you, sir." The picture you see here was taken just after this happened so I could give example of what I looked like when this was said to me. I often get mistaken as a boy or as transgender so I'm pretty used to it. Sometimes people don't realize I'm a girl until I speak. I guess my voice is more feminine than my looks. And if I'm being shy or very polite my voice will become even more feminine. I use my polite voice for most cashiers so a lot of times they call me sir and I thank them in my girly voice. I often find their reaction comical.


That's it. I wrote this at 1:41 in the morning and there might be typos because I'm too tried to reread and edit it.

Good night.
Totally Ky