Wolf whistles vs the wrath of a thoughtful girl
So,I've been home this weekend.Again.
It's funny that last year I literally flew into a rage when my friends at uni used to come back whingeing about how crap Croydon was.Im starting to realise it now.I don't love it any less though.
I can't fully understand people that completely reject where they are from/have been brought up.For me,I see Croydon's faults and chaviness but despite everything it holds everything I deem special to me.My home,my family and my friends.My old workmates and my school.I can't understand how I can seperate all that from the concept of Croydon.I don't like to think Im typically 'Croydon',I'm not a chav,I have an education and a world that extends beyond the M25.But if I hadnt lived here for 18 of my (nearly) 20 years I wouldnt be anything like the person I am today.
I'm probably going to contradict myself now with the actual point of this post.The 'chav' story.
Went to the Sheep on Saturday night with Charlotte.As I was waiting at the bus stop I could hear a bit of a commotion round the corner.Then the group of about 20 chavs appeared.As soon as they saw me at the bus stop about half of them descended upon me from across the road and started literally circling me like vultures.Now usually this would make me very nervous...which is fair enough.Im a 19 year old girl standing at a bus stop in the dark wearing a skirt.But they'd caught me in the wrong mood.So when the circle closed in a little tighter around me and the ringleader swung round from behind the bus stop with his 'alright darling' chat...well,I was a bit reckless and snapped.
"Can you get out of my face please" was my opening line."Why you being rude,we're only TALKING to you,why do you have to be so rude?" etc etc was their reply...to which I was silent for a minute or so until he got a little bit toooo close."GET OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE" (that was me btw).And then I actually launched into a speech."I dont know if you little boys enjoy living up to your dirty chav reputation and whether you've ever stopped to think how a girl feels when she's alone and surrounded by a bunch of strangers.But Im sure you've all got sisters (at this point a number of them started to look sheepish) so,like I said,get the fuck out of my face you fucking little children!"
And they were gobsmacked.I know it was a pretty stupid thing to take a risk doing ,but it was clearly the last thing they'd expected so they all backed off and started laughing at the ringleader that he'd 'picked the wrong one this time'.
Damn skippy
When I did eventually get to the Sheep,myself and Charlotte proceeded to drink a wee bit too much.So much so I got a little bit distracted by 'the boy'...again.Which I must stop doing because there's nothing going on and there was hardly anything going on in the first place.But Charlotte started it by saying he seemed pissed off with me.And then he took his shirt off.Ahem.After that Im afraid I just couldnt think clearly so I ended up drunkenly texting him at 4.30am after I got back to Charlotte's.And it was tres embarassing when I woke up and remembered.
I have become the girl I never wanted to be.The needy one.He's so obviously ignoring me it's embarassing.I tried to give myself a good talking to (in the non schizophrenic sense) to say 'pull yourself together'.I fear very much it's a case of I behaved foolishly when I knew I had him but now I dont,I want what I can't have.Grrr
I also started such nonsensical chat as "I wonder what I would be doing if I hadn't gone to uni.Which is very unhealthy seeing as I'm still unwilling to fully let go of the life I had.
Went to Conchitas last night with Holly and Charlotte and as we were walking down the road,who should walk past but him!I hadnt seen him and was chattering away but Charlotte poked me and pointed in the manner of a mad person.
Tomorrow may be one of the most important in my life.That is all.
N.B To all chavs in the Croydon area.I have red hair and strut around a lot frowning.It's probably best to give me a wide berth.Seriously...
It's funny that last year I literally flew into a rage when my friends at uni used to come back whingeing about how crap Croydon was.Im starting to realise it now.I don't love it any less though.
I can't fully understand people that completely reject where they are from/have been brought up.For me,I see Croydon's faults and chaviness but despite everything it holds everything I deem special to me.My home,my family and my friends.My old workmates and my school.I can't understand how I can seperate all that from the concept of Croydon.I don't like to think Im typically 'Croydon',I'm not a chav,I have an education and a world that extends beyond the M25.But if I hadnt lived here for 18 of my (nearly) 20 years I wouldnt be anything like the person I am today.
I'm probably going to contradict myself now with the actual point of this post.The 'chav' story.
Went to the Sheep on Saturday night with Charlotte.As I was waiting at the bus stop I could hear a bit of a commotion round the corner.Then the group of about 20 chavs appeared.As soon as they saw me at the bus stop about half of them descended upon me from across the road and started literally circling me like vultures.Now usually this would make me very nervous...which is fair enough.Im a 19 year old girl standing at a bus stop in the dark wearing a skirt.But they'd caught me in the wrong mood.So when the circle closed in a little tighter around me and the ringleader swung round from behind the bus stop with his 'alright darling' chat...well,I was a bit reckless and snapped.
"Can you get out of my face please" was my opening line."Why you being rude,we're only TALKING to you,why do you have to be so rude?" etc etc was their reply...to which I was silent for a minute or so until he got a little bit toooo close."GET OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE" (that was me btw).And then I actually launched into a speech."I dont know if you little boys enjoy living up to your dirty chav reputation and whether you've ever stopped to think how a girl feels when she's alone and surrounded by a bunch of strangers.But Im sure you've all got sisters (at this point a number of them started to look sheepish) so,like I said,get the fuck out of my face you fucking little children!"
And they were gobsmacked.I know it was a pretty stupid thing to take a risk doing ,but it was clearly the last thing they'd expected so they all backed off and started laughing at the ringleader that he'd 'picked the wrong one this time'.
Damn skippy
When I did eventually get to the Sheep,myself and Charlotte proceeded to drink a wee bit too much.So much so I got a little bit distracted by 'the boy'...again.Which I must stop doing because there's nothing going on and there was hardly anything going on in the first place.But Charlotte started it by saying he seemed pissed off with me.And then he took his shirt off.Ahem.After that Im afraid I just couldnt think clearly so I ended up drunkenly texting him at 4.30am after I got back to Charlotte's.And it was tres embarassing when I woke up and remembered.
I have become the girl I never wanted to be.The needy one.He's so obviously ignoring me it's embarassing.I tried to give myself a good talking to (in the non schizophrenic sense) to say 'pull yourself together'.I fear very much it's a case of I behaved foolishly when I knew I had him but now I dont,I want what I can't have.Grrr
I also started such nonsensical chat as "I wonder what I would be doing if I hadn't gone to uni.Which is very unhealthy seeing as I'm still unwilling to fully let go of the life I had.
Went to Conchitas last night with Holly and Charlotte and as we were walking down the road,who should walk past but him!I hadnt seen him and was chattering away but Charlotte poked me and pointed in the manner of a mad person.
Tomorrow may be one of the most important in my life.That is all.
N.B To all chavs in the Croydon area.I have red hair and strut around a lot frowning.It's probably best to give me a wide berth.Seriously...