don't tell me what to do!!!!!

Dear Mr. Bolivian Man,

No, I’m not actually that “complicated”, I JUST DON’T LIKE PEOPLE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO.

• No I don’t want any more food.
• No, I don’t want another drink, or a sip of your drink.
• No, actually I DO want to leave the party and go to bed.
• No, I don’t want to hook up with the other foreigner at the party. Being white and in Bolivia aren’t preconditions for making-out with each other. That’s not “fun” to me, and it doesn’t mean I’m boring…and on a similar note…
• No, I do care about having fun and my personal happiness, but I did not come to Bolivia to get drunk with you …I have a job and my next job may be dependent on how well I handle this one!
• No, I don’t want to listen to one more song, sing one more song, or dance one more dance, because there is never an end to the “one more” it just serves as a way for you to keep me here while you continue saying it’s too late to take a taxi alone.
• No, I’m not waiting anymore.

I am sorry that you don’t understand me. But I would rather you see me as “complicated” than deal with your bullshit. I will be polite as long as I can, but when you keep fuckin’ with me I will walk out, with or without your “gentlemanly” presence in the taxi.

I may be grouchy, I may be boring, I may be sober, but mostly you’re just annoying me.

Sincerely,

Me.