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You're Doing It Wrong

One of the lovely booth-folks I met working at the the first Wicked NecroComiCon is a comic book creator named Stevie Wilson. She makes comics about feminism, street harassment, and cats. Very relatable stuff.

This is one of the comics I've related to a lot this year, from the tailor shop owner on the street I take to get home, to the janitor I saw every morning on my way into work.

I had to change my walking route to avoid the shop owner, doubling my walk from the next bus stop over. He's a sweet old man from Turkey, but he's very touchy and vies for me to stay longer any time I stop to chat.

I started changing my entry point to work, til I realized that janitor doesn't appear to work here anymore. Maybe I wasn't the only one he hit on. I haven't seen him much since he asked me out, and those snapped back to the short Hellos we started with. He's also an old man - from India, so it seemed innocent enough, til I realized that what he was asking, in his thick, broken accent, was for us to go out together, to which I replied I had a boyfriend.

I don't know if it's their fault - or at least, not the shop owner's fault - he seems to only want a close friendship, but it still feels uncomfortable, and we don't have things in common or much to talk about. I don't think it's his fault that he wants a closer friendship than I'm willing to give him. I know about wanting to be closer to friends than I can be.

But still. I feel bad for having to change my route to avoid encounters. Both because I'm a nice person, and it's backfiring, and for the fact that I'm now inconveniencing myself for my own comfort.

Anyway, here's the comic: