Me, last week.

Person: You can't be like.. that.

Me: Like what?

Person: Just.. like you are! People are going to make fun of you.

Me: What do you mean?

Person: You wear baggy hoodies and jeans, your hair is brown, not purple.

Me: I dyed it!

Person: Listen, just.. try wearing a skirt?

Me: No!

Person: You aren't normal anymore!

(At this point I started screaming.)

Me: Maybe I'm NOT normal! Back off!

Person: You need to chill, you're a lady so act like one.

Me: I CAN BE HOW EVER I WANT! FUCKING BITCH!

Person: THAT IS SO RUDE--

Me: I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT.

Mom (Person): Get out.