Monday, August 4, 2014

PISSED!!!!

Once a few years ago I was walking home drinking a shake.

Right in front of my apartment building a man on a bike rode

past me and slapped me across the ass and rode away.  I 

was stunned and couldn't believe the balls on this guy. I had

on flip flops so chasing him was out of the question. I was

very angry someone had the nerve to touch me who didn't

even know me.

Tonight I am walking home and this kid about 16 is walking

down the sidewalk looking down at his phone. I thought he

isn't going to see where he is going. Just as he gets to me

he reaches up and grabs my breast and keeps walking. I 

was again stunned, and annoyed this asshole has the nerve

to touch me and he doesn't even know me. It's not like I 

dress revealing. Even if I do there is no excuse for this shit.

If I would have chased him and beat him down I am sure I 

would have been labeled a criminal and taken to jail.  I 

remember what this kid looks like, and if I see him again

I am calling the police. I am filing a report.

I am cleaning major house because I am just really tired of

how I feel. I loaned a book to a guy who didn't treat me very

nice and would cross my personal boundaries and then

disappear. I wanted my book from him. Yes I could just buy

another one. But I also wanted to confront him about what

he did to me, and how it made me feel. He of course texts 

'who is this' like he's so fucking cute. Yeah he erased my 

number too. I do that too so it's no biggie. I tell him I need

to speak with him and he takes a week to tell me he's seeing

someone, sorry. I don't give two shits that you are seeing

someone. Poor girl. I don't date weed heads so it's nothing

for me to get jealous over. I wonder if he is going to comply

Or just act like an asshole. I vote asshole. He just isn't a

nice person. He pretends, but it's all an act. I am not sad

he's gone. It's the principal of the damn thing.


I did start the process of starting my own company. I hope

I don't hit any brick walls in my journey. 


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