This hasn't happened in a while, and I haven't missed it... |
This hasn't happened in a while, and I haven't missed it...
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May. 1st, 2009 @ 06:29 pm
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I have had a stressful day.
Part of the stress I will write up later, if at all, but this bit was really annoying:
On my bus home from uni this afternoon, there was a creepy dude. Thirtysomething, tall, heavy, and weird. I sat down with my laptop in hand and started to open it (was finishing some work while on bus), and he started talking to it.
Him: Is that a laptop? Me: Yes. Him: What brand is it? Me: Asus. Him: Ass-us. Mm. *pause* Tasty.
At which point he gave me the creepiest look ever. In return, I gave him a sideways "okay, now go away, wackjob" look and returned to what I was doing. He laughed shrilly.
At this point I plugged in my canal phones and turned on the soothing sounds of Vera Lynn.
He continued to stare at me for the remainder of the (mercifully short) journey, while I continued to listen to Vera Lynn on my canalphones (which also function as earplugs, thus rendering me unable to hear his subsequent comments) and concentrate on my screen.
When we got to my stop, I checked to make sure he hadn't disembarked as well. If he had, I would have stayed in the nice, public place while I called Chas and told him a creep from the bus was freaking me out and could he please come meet me at the bus stop. As it was, he didn't, but I still waited until the bus was out of sight to start walking home, because I didn't like the idea of the creep even seeing what direction I went.
I just...
Why do I have to deal with this? Why does anyone? I'm not conventionally attractive, not even close, so I get it rarely, and it freaks me the hell out every time.
Today it was probably exacerbated by the vague trauma-recalling properties of being obliged to inform a doctor that yes, technically, I did have a record of having unsafe sex - when I was ten.
Fun times.Current Mood:  aggravated
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