Closing Time

Wanna hear something stupid? No, not the song.

Some fat, ugly no less, drunk called me anorexic, except he pronounced it as aneROKsik. Since when did E sound like O, in English?

Anyhow, here's the gist of the conversation.

Fat Jerk: Dear, are you anorexic? You know what's anorexic?
Me: Yeah i know. But i'm not.
Fat Jerk: You are... (in that annoying fatherly manner)
Me: No i'm not. I love food. I do eat.
Fat Jerk: Anorexic (not anorexia) is like that. You think you're not but you are.
Me: I said i'm not. Do you even know me?
Fat Jerk: I don't know you, but i know you're anorexic.
Me: Are you drunk?
Fat Jerk: Yes. But the thing is, drunk to what extent? *gibberish*

How does a stranger have the right to tell you what you are? I mean, i would know what i am and what i am not, wouldn't i? Like, i know i'm 21. Nobody can come tell me "you're not 21. You think you are but you're not". Up theirs!