|A:||I'm going to bed.|
|Me:||Don't go to bed!|
|Me:||Because bed is for wieners.|
|A:||... I'm imagining rolling over in bed and there being thousands of hot dogs.|
So we just got an email from campus police and I found out that the guy that was following me last night is actually a registered sex offender. So I am now 90% sure he wasn’t actually trying to sell me drugs. I also now feel completely justified about feeling uncomfortable with the situation, with continuing to walk as he kept trying to approach me, and for calling the cops after it happened. I hate that, as women and young girls, it’s so socially ingrained in us to be afraid when unfamiliar men approach us. But honestly, when shit like this happens, I remember we have a reason be scared. And I hate that too.
I was walking around outside because I had to return a library book and it’s really nice out, so I decided I would walk the long way back and some guy started following me and was like “excuse me, miss,” and I was like uh hi and kept walking because I obviously didn’t know him so meanwhile I was having this internal freak out because there was nobody around and I was like shit, nobody would hear me if I screamed and I keep walking and he keeps following me and then he was like come here I want to show you something and that’s the first time somebody tried to sell me drugs.
I only have one final paper left, but I have been avoiding writing it not because I am not prepared, but because when I finish it that means I am officially done with my junior year. Which would make me a senior in college. Which is terrifying.
This lovely song is stuck in my head.
And if you’re in love, you’re the lucky one. ’Cause most of us are bitter over someone.