Uneasy Events
There was a shooting in Melbourne today. Some biker dude was having an arguement with a woman and pulling her down the street by her hair or something and a few people tried to intervene and the bikey pulled a gun out of his pants and shot three people, killing one of the men who was trying to help the woman.
This is a shocking thing to happen, and I think it's very much an anomoly. I think that Melbourne on the whole is a good place, a great place in fact, but there's always going to be crazy people in every place. I would like to think that something like this won't make people think twice about helping someone else out, but it might. That's a sobering thought.
I would like to think that people would try and help me if I was in a dire situation, and I would like to think that I would do the same; do something at least.
While I was on the train home from work on Saturday morning, I was falling asleep. I had woken up the previous morning at 8am and the worked from 1-5am. So, by the time I got the train, I was really drowsey and falling in and out of sleep. This made the train feel like the longest train ride home ever, because I would fall asleep and wake up only to find that the train had only travelled half a stop.
It was still dark at that time of the morning and was foggy and cold from the night before.
I was sitting near the carriage door at the front of the carriage, and I noticed a man sitting closer to the carriage door on the opposite side of the train. He kept looking over at me. I noticed this, and it was repeatedly.
This started to worry me, so I woke up quick-smart. He kept putting his head in his hands and rubbing his face and looking over at me. Then he started looking back into the carriage to see if there were people on it still. That freaked me out, so at every stop, I looked around to make sure there were still people on the carriage too. If there was no people on the carriage, I would've been outta there too.
Luckily for me, there was people still on the carriage, but he kept on doing it and rubbing his hands on his face and then he started laughing. It was like a freaky deranged laugh which really freaked me out. This was closer to my stop, so I was thinking about calling my dad to meet me at the station, but I didn't because it was about 6am, and I didn't want to wake him.
When I got to my stop, I purposely let the doors open and waited until they were going to close, and then I got up and rushed off the carriage. I was on my way down the stairs and I looked back and saw him standing up as if he was going to get off the train which scared me, but luckily he didn't.
When I got off the train, it was still dark and it was about 6:20am so I decided to walk instead of wake up people at home. It was freezing, but luckily I only really felt it on my face, because I had a warm jacket on. When I was walking down the main road [which I don't really like doing when it's dark, but I have no choice] I walked past the roundabout and some random car went around the roundabout slowly two or three times, like they were looking for something or lost.
I didn't like that either.
I got home at about 6:45am, and I was pretty glad to be home and in the warm. I went to sleep at about 8am after watching some of the golf, and apparently my dad got worried because I didn't call him like I normally would on a Sunday morning, so he didn't know where I was and that I was in bed, asleep.
...and I thought I was being nice by not calling and waking him up at 6:20am.
That's all from me.
- Panda
This is a shocking thing to happen, and I think it's very much an anomoly. I think that Melbourne on the whole is a good place, a great place in fact, but there's always going to be crazy people in every place. I would like to think that something like this won't make people think twice about helping someone else out, but it might. That's a sobering thought.
I would like to think that people would try and help me if I was in a dire situation, and I would like to think that I would do the same; do something at least.
While I was on the train home from work on Saturday morning, I was falling asleep. I had woken up the previous morning at 8am and the worked from 1-5am. So, by the time I got the train, I was really drowsey and falling in and out of sleep. This made the train feel like the longest train ride home ever, because I would fall asleep and wake up only to find that the train had only travelled half a stop.
It was still dark at that time of the morning and was foggy and cold from the night before.
I was sitting near the carriage door at the front of the carriage, and I noticed a man sitting closer to the carriage door on the opposite side of the train. He kept looking over at me. I noticed this, and it was repeatedly.
This started to worry me, so I woke up quick-smart. He kept putting his head in his hands and rubbing his face and looking over at me. Then he started looking back into the carriage to see if there were people on it still. That freaked me out, so at every stop, I looked around to make sure there were still people on the carriage too. If there was no people on the carriage, I would've been outta there too.
Luckily for me, there was people still on the carriage, but he kept on doing it and rubbing his hands on his face and then he started laughing. It was like a freaky deranged laugh which really freaked me out. This was closer to my stop, so I was thinking about calling my dad to meet me at the station, but I didn't because it was about 6am, and I didn't want to wake him.
When I got to my stop, I purposely let the doors open and waited until they were going to close, and then I got up and rushed off the carriage. I was on my way down the stairs and I looked back and saw him standing up as if he was going to get off the train which scared me, but luckily he didn't.
When I got off the train, it was still dark and it was about 6:20am so I decided to walk instead of wake up people at home. It was freezing, but luckily I only really felt it on my face, because I had a warm jacket on. When I was walking down the main road [which I don't really like doing when it's dark, but I have no choice] I walked past the roundabout and some random car went around the roundabout slowly two or three times, like they were looking for something or lost.
I didn't like that either.
I got home at about 6:45am, and I was pretty glad to be home and in the warm. I went to sleep at about 8am after watching some of the golf, and apparently my dad got worried because I didn't call him like I normally would on a Sunday morning, so he didn't know where I was and that I was in bed, asleep.
...and I thought I was being nice by not calling and waking him up at 6:20am.
That's all from me.
- Panda