*Peep*
It's not that I'm afraid of walking home in the dark. I'm not. For a year I walked home at night 4 days a week. I am confident enough that I could defend myself to a certain degree. If I had to, this town isn't terribly dangerous to begin with. What's the worst a potential attacker could do? Want my money? Good luck with that, I'm pretty much broke. Want sex? I could fight hard enough to make the effort not worth the result. Murder? You know what, go ahead. I've had a good run. I'd be sorry for putting my father through that, but there really isn't much I could do anyway. I don't carry any weapons, and even if I did, the element of surprise would have the upper hand.
Still, I absolutely despise walking home at night. Now. Once upon a time, if something upset me/scared me, I'd simply call my mother. She'd gladly talk to me. Even knowing that, should something happen, the only thing she could do would be to call the local police, give them a point of origin and a destination and hope for the best. It was still comforting to have that option, the back up plan. Also, it was sort of a secret mother daughter moment. Stolen from the long days, when everyone else was peacefully sleeping. I miss them now, though they haven't occurred in nearly 5 years. Her only caveat was this: If I have to listen, over the phone, to you being murdered...like in that movie...I'll kill you.
Who am I supposed to call in the middle of the night now?
Still, I absolutely despise walking home at night. Now. Once upon a time, if something upset me/scared me, I'd simply call my mother. She'd gladly talk to me. Even knowing that, should something happen, the only thing she could do would be to call the local police, give them a point of origin and a destination and hope for the best. It was still comforting to have that option, the back up plan. Also, it was sort of a secret mother daughter moment. Stolen from the long days, when everyone else was peacefully sleeping. I miss them now, though they haven't occurred in nearly 5 years. Her only caveat was this: If I have to listen, over the phone, to you being murdered...like in that movie...I'll kill you.
Who am I supposed to call in the middle of the night now?