It frustrates me when people come to conclusions about me without knowing who I am.
People often interact with me like they have preconceived notions of who I am.
It comes with the territory of being a woman, of being Asian American and of being a service worker. They confidently assume that I’m a quiet and introverted girl after knowing me for three hours, when my closer friends know that I like to tease others and never shut up about topics I’m passionate about. Or they ignore my presence, as though I’m invisible.
The older I get, the more distinctly aware I am of this treatment.