Walking home in the dark has never been a fear of mine. People try and speak to me, i ignore them. They make crude remarks, and i simply just ignore them. They dont scare me. I wont give them any power. That is until someone comes out of the bushes and sticks their fingers up my ass. In this situation i scream like a girl then sware. ‘What the fuck’ is the only thing that seemed pop into my head. I supose it was good eough, or loud enough. It could have possibly been me shouting ‘ you better get the fuck away form me before i hurt you’ that made him run away, but im sure it was simply the fact that he was just too out of it to follow through with whatever he thought would possibly happen. I mean really.. was i suppose to swoon? tell him that he was just what i had been waiting for and go away with him?
I did not kick him in the balls like i thought i would in such a situation. In the 10 seconds i had to think i decided that it might anger him and i was in no condition to run in my flip flops and 2 heavy bags. Though if my screaming at him had not resulted in him running off, i would have done more than kick him in the balls. But i am glad it never came to that. I don’t like hurting people, even when they deserve it.