Tuesday Mar 13, 2007

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Random harrassment by people in the street has me down again, or more like furious and driven to the edge of violence. Why should I be singled out for laughter, insults and derision from perfect strangers in cars or on foot? Because I'm riding a bike? Because I'm wearing shorts when it's 85 degrees out? This is the one thing that makes me completely furious. My immediate urge is to retaliate, to hurl insults back... one time, I was followed and had a fork thrown at me, tearing open my elbow. So I just have to bite back my really strong, heart-pounding, headache-inducing fury. Which feels very unhealthy.
starbug:
That sounds horrible. I live in a relatively upmarket part of the suburbs (through sheer dumb luck) and my purple hair doesn't go down so well. Some lady says to me the other day, "Sweetie, you'd look a lot prettier if you took that ring out of your lip and washed that stuff out of your hair."
I said, "You'd look a lot prettier if you were twenty years younger and twenty pounds lighter, you old crow, but I don't think that's an acceptable thing to say to somebody on the bus."

Basically, have some quick remark ready, and take up a martial art, it really lets you blow off steam.
drventure:
That's one of the bad parts... I stew over the incident and come up with great snappy replies later, far too late! And with my amazing brain, I can be bothered by and reply such incidents for years!

I've mused about doing a martial art again...I took a few karate classes at the community college. Should find something different though. Hmmm, where to start?

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