Glossy Eyes, is an 'in, today was a fight day.

I've been told throughout my life, on numerous occasions by numerous people, that my eyes are extremely glossy. Green has grown through my eyes as if it was soil, yellow flecks like minerals. It also just so happened that specifically in most of these incidences a raging fire is beginning, marking the cycle of fight or flight. Today was a fight day.

It started when I flipped off the cop.
ONCE AGAIN. I am about to walk over the crosswalk when a fucking cop cuts me off. Once again because the same thing happened last year at the same four way intersection cross walk corner. The only difference is the first time it happened the officer driving the police car was smoking a cigarette. Lovely.
I stopped in front of the line of red light traffic, flipped the bird as he drove away and stated my distaste in the reoccurrence, continuing the conversation with myself as I finished crossing the road.

It got worse at the beach.
As I walked with my friends to the beach, two fat white kids caught my eye. One boy, probably about 14 years old, was lathering his tubby buddy's back with spf 50 baby sunblock. At 5:30pm.
Falling just a few steps behind my fellow company, I paused, and spoke with a subtle undertone of 'are you fucking serious.' (Kids, don't you know a little sun is good for you?) .
"You know you really don't need that at 5:30."
 Realizing I was speaking to them, and not sure how to receive me, one said, "yeah we know" and the other agreed, smugly. With an eyebrow raising in an 'is that so?' pose, I locked eyes with the kid being slathered (probably 13 years old) and warned him,
"You better make sure he's not drawing a penis on your back." (Did she just say penis?) (DUDE)
Turning back to my friends I continued walking. Twenty minutes later I noticed them frosting the kid's back again.
Fucking wasteful fat children.

My mood trickled through the rest of my day, seeping into my shiny eyes where new color waits planted. Dusk hushed my hurried mind as I swam to unwind, tumbling in shore break and bobbing in between sets I tested the water. Waves tasted like rolling tears set out to smack your cheeks and roar in  your ears but for some beautiful reason, I was drifting along in delirium and determination.

Today was a fight day.