I have a tattoo on my arm of the Roman numeral for 5,000 and a sir Walter scott poem about the Bedlam asylum in England. It is to remember the thousands of people that have been lost and forgotten in mental hospitals over the centuries. If I had been born in a different time I might have been lost, so I got the tattoo to remember them. The reason I am telling you this is because I just started serving again at a restaurant about a month ago. Which means meeting new people ( hopefully new friends) and tattoos came up at work one day. I have quite a few so they wanted to see them. This, then led to them asking what they mean, especially that one. I awkwardly stumbled for the words and trying to decide wether or not to tell them I was bipolar. Then I just said it and then stuttered some more and then very poorly and inefficiently explained what that tattoo means. It was awkward and I looked like a weirdo stumbling over myself. They handled it well but I just wish I had found the words more eloquently. Not to mention now I’m being paranoid that they are going to see me differently and not like me. I know social anxiety is kind of ridiculous (they are just people) but it’s super real!! You should see me greet tables sometimes haha. Taking a plate from the table has probably brought about the most awkward/weird moments though. Ciera Brodowska, supplying the world with uncomfortable moments since 1989.
Happy Tuesday people!
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