Lets go back to the start, it was a great night full of music, laughter and conversation, knowing that I wanted to be a menace to sobriety the next morning I hadn't drunk much and I was happy with the photos taken.
Then I got the bus home as I usually do and made the walk to my flat nothing unusual there until a bloke started talking to me as I was crossing the road, with words that he obviously assumed would take snakes from the grass and into the sea. I told him where to go and legged it down the road to find as I'm opening the door into my place that I've been followed home and he's trying to get into the flat because he 'just wants to talk?'
Heres a list of things we could have talked about if he did 'just want to talk' ......
- The weather (because its always a talking point)
- The state of pop music (its awful unless its parodied)
- Snails (they just slide they don't do much else)
- whether following girls home is a solid career path and something he should turn into a valuable thriving business.
- do you come here often?
- maybe bring a bit of mugging into the fore aswell? (mix it up abit)
- does your mother know and would she be proud?
- Tea so many so little time where does the loyalty lie?
Anyhow I was and still am FREAKED but the conversations and thoughts its brought up has also been intriguing I mean I'm not gonna stop going out because some tool followed me home yes I'm more wary but no person has the right to make you feel scared in your own home and if anything I'm proud of the way I handled it.
Still no one has the right to make you feel that way, ever, always full stop.
Anyhow I'm off to write a few wrongs and kiss a couple of frogs....
xo
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