day 8: hold on, my people (love is on the way)
so i was planning on telling you all about how i was sitting in this empty ass parking lot and had a staredown with a fucking deer (!!) but i don't want to, anymore.
walking home from urban outfitters (no, i don't shop there; chloe and erlinda work there), stopped at subway. was walking the last fucking block home and saw some dude coming towards me. i paid not attention to him and figured he was doing the same until i caught his body language, which seemed like he was talking to me. so i drag my eyes over to him and make a questioning face while removing my headphones. turns out it was just some fucking tatted up skinhead asshole screaming at me to get out of his way.
mind you, i was not at all in this dude's path. i tend to give people a wide berth because i think it's fucking weird to walk near someone you don't know. he actually skirted over to somewhat crowd me against the building i was walking next to. i wasn't completely crowded in, though and i hadn't completely stopped walking (i brake slowly when i'm walking), and kept going, and so did he.
i don't know what pissed him off about me (that i'm a womyn, that i'm black, that i'm obviously queer) but whatever it was, it was enough for him to think that it was totally cool to fucking accost me at 9pm on a well-lit, well-populated street.
but seriously, i kept walking, kept singing cobra as i did, kept looking around and making sure he no one was coming near me, kept going. i calmly walked the next block and a half, calmly walked up my stairs, calmly walked into my apartment, and my heart was fucking pounding. and i was fucking terrified. and that pisses me off so much.
i don't always love berkeley, just for the record. some days, i just hate everyone.
walking home from urban outfitters (no, i don't shop there; chloe and erlinda work there), stopped at subway. was walking the last fucking block home and saw some dude coming towards me. i paid not attention to him and figured he was doing the same until i caught his body language, which seemed like he was talking to me. so i drag my eyes over to him and make a questioning face while removing my headphones. turns out it was just some fucking tatted up skinhead asshole screaming at me to get out of his way.
mind you, i was not at all in this dude's path. i tend to give people a wide berth because i think it's fucking weird to walk near someone you don't know. he actually skirted over to somewhat crowd me against the building i was walking next to. i wasn't completely crowded in, though and i hadn't completely stopped walking (i brake slowly when i'm walking), and kept going, and so did he.
i don't know what pissed him off about me (that i'm a womyn, that i'm black, that i'm obviously queer) but whatever it was, it was enough for him to think that it was totally cool to fucking accost me at 9pm on a well-lit, well-populated street.
but seriously, i kept walking, kept singing cobra as i did, kept looking around and making sure he no one was coming near me, kept going. i calmly walked the next block and a half, calmly walked up my stairs, calmly walked into my apartment, and my heart was fucking pounding. and i was fucking terrified. and that pisses me off so much.
i don't always love berkeley, just for the record. some days, i just hate everyone.