ask me

So this afternoon, I was bombarded with questions. No I don't have a boyfriend that everyone wants to know about. No I don't have a rumor spreading about me throughout school (or do I?). Nothing of that sort. I wasn't even questioned by people I know.

So I went to the bathroom at penn station because
1) I forgot to go during 10th pd, and needed to go. Badly.
2) Penn Station's bathroom is actually not that bad. It's one of the only mta public bathrooms I'd ever step foot into.

When I was finished washing my hands, some random woman, a lot older than me, asked me if I had a scrunchie. It was really awkward. Why me out of the other 20 people around you? Why now? WHY DO YOU NEED A SCRUNCHIE? WHY DO YOU CALL IT A SCRUNCHIE? And how did she know I wasn't some chinese tourist with the unability to speak engerish? Why would you ask a stranger for a scrunchie in the first place? How would she know if I had lice or something? Awwwkwarrrdd. So I gave one to her and stood there... awkwardly... was I supposed to stand and wait? Do I wait for her to pay me a dollar? Does she only need it to wash her face really quick? Do I even want it back? I brushed it off and ran away. I have about 5 more scrunchies at home anyway.

After I went to the bathroom, I went out to check what track my train would be at. As I was waiting, some random, normal guy comes up to me and asks me for some change. He was short $3.80 for him to be able to get a ticket to go back home. He asks me for some change. I felt bad for him because he looked really nervous and scared. I gave him 2 dollars when I was nearly broke. Why did I give TWO DOLLARS? It felt really selfish if I only gave him like 50 cents. How did I know if he was just some guy panhandling or if he was a genuine nervous guy short on cash? He kept saying "I swear, im not a bum. I feel so ashamed and ridiculous to do this." Etc etc. So of course, I believed him. I would normally ignore guys like him but I felt really generous. But still, why would he ask me out of all the other 50 businessmen standing around, probably with 100 dollars more than me?

When I got on the train, I was sitting there like any other student. My headphones were on and I was in my own little music world. Suddenly, these people tapped my shoulder and asked if this train was the train to bayside. I answered, "yes". And they were like "okayokay thanks!" but why did they ask me if there were clearly much older people around me that would know a heck of a lot more?

I'm telling you. I definitely had an ASK ME sign over my head in that one hour time period. Was it my innocence labeled by my headphones? Was it because I was some little asian girl that didn't look like I would punch the person in the face? (Which I totally would btw).

Questions...
Maybe it was God.
I did not just give ONE random act of kindness, but rather, THREE today. Im proud of my non-new yorker behavior today.