But after that brief show of pride, I had my first meltdown. I went to the Post Office to withdraw money (using my American debit card, which I had previously validated as I always do when I go abroad) but the ATM repeatedly declined my transactions. Having only around $40 in cash left on me, I was scared and suddenly overwhelmed at the thought of not having access to my money. Apparently that was the straw that broke the camel's back, because all of a sudden I was mad at the world. Mad at everyone for judging me for wearing shorts. Mad at every worker for speaking much too fast. Mad at needing a car. Mad at the afternoon heat giving me sweaty hair and ruddy skin. I was even mad at the car who stopped in the middle of the road for me to jaywalk in front of it because WHY ARE YOU THAT NICE YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST LET ME WAIT UNTIL THE ROAD WAS CLEAR.
But I ate a butter and jam sandwich.
And drank milk tea.
And I went for a walk in the setting sun by the river with my iPod. The air was cool and I felt much better.
Cellphone quality but okay.
"Never mistake your comfort for your safety. Never think of anyone as 'them.'"
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