how do you go about dealing with complete strangers in the social part of reality world, out there?
I've had to interact with 5 different groups tonight and I feel like I've done 36 emotional rollacoaster rides.
including comming across a gang committing crimes.
I just finished telling somebody that, to get to my age, a guy has had to go through many fights in life, and they all take their toll on the person.
I was actually stalked by a woman tonight but then at the end of her interview of me, she acted like she wasn't doing it.
my dog got attacked today at the park as well. so that makes 81 times he's been attacked in his 11 years of life.
the silly woman let her dog off the lead, so I put mine on the lead. her dog runs straight at my dog and barks and gowles at my dog, while trying to grab him.
so I said, "well that makes 81 attacks on my dog".
and she says, "that's not an attack, that's being friendly!"
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like, where do these twits get off!?
they tell you to your face, that you were born yesturday.
some other idiot woman on a mobile phone conversation, said to the person on the other telephone, "Oh, I've gotta go now, cause I'm driving".
well, she wasn't driving at all! she was having a break from selling stuff in a shop, standing on the sidewalk smoking a cigarette.
during the week, I walked past another shop and the manager of the shop was there, {I've never ever shopped at this shop before} with her back to the shop window, and looking the opposite direction.
I noticed she had what looked like multiple whip lashing marks all over her back in all directions.
I thought to myself, "maybe she's been in a crash and slid across the road"
but the marks weren't all in the same line, so it couldn't have been that as the cause for the marks.
I just suspected the marks were some kinda bondage and displine routine which she partakes in with her spare time, and nothing to do with me. so I keep walkin.
just then she turns around and says "Oh man! he's somebody I do NOT want to see today!"
then turns to look away from the shop window.
one of the other workers makes the comment, "who!?"
so the boss points me out of the crowd and says. "HIM".
I'm just thinking to myself "f OFF! I don't know you, thanks for effing my reputation in town, cow!"
I just continue on my merry way and just think to myself.
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there was another woman (45+ years old) who had said lots of stuff to me all week I knew it couldn't all be true. and she was hot and cold every minute with her attitude.
and basicly did a number on my head, so I've just left the drama with her to deal with and her lots of men friends.
but the only conclusion, I could comeup with, was that she had some form of mental sickness, cause nothing made any sense from what she had said to me. I've no idea what that mental illness was though.
95% of the time, she would act like she was arnold swartznegger, then the next minute she'd act like a kid.
to her, everything in life was like just fun and games. but when you pointed out that life isn't like that, she was a kid and started to sulk.
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this was just the tip of the iceburg for me this week. I haven't even mentioned the abusive language from passengers in cars, etc...
Do I need a tshirt which has something printed on it?
how do you deal with these people out there?
I thought I was gonna have a real quiet, easy week. but NO. it's not possible out there.
I've had to interact with 5 different groups tonight and I feel like I've done 36 emotional rollacoaster rides.
including comming across a gang committing crimes.
I just finished telling somebody that, to get to my age, a guy has had to go through many fights in life, and they all take their toll on the person.
I was actually stalked by a woman tonight but then at the end of her interview of me, she acted like she wasn't doing it.
my dog got attacked today at the park as well. so that makes 81 times he's been attacked in his 11 years of life.
the silly woman let her dog off the lead, so I put mine on the lead. her dog runs straight at my dog and barks and gowles at my dog, while trying to grab him.
so I said, "well that makes 81 attacks on my dog".
and she says, "that's not an attack, that's being friendly!"
----------
like, where do these twits get off!?
they tell you to your face, that you were born yesturday.
some other idiot woman on a mobile phone conversation, said to the person on the other telephone, "Oh, I've gotta go now, cause I'm driving".
well, she wasn't driving at all! she was having a break from selling stuff in a shop, standing on the sidewalk smoking a cigarette.
during the week, I walked past another shop and the manager of the shop was there, {I've never ever shopped at this shop before} with her back to the shop window, and looking the opposite direction.
I noticed she had what looked like multiple whip lashing marks all over her back in all directions.
I thought to myself, "maybe she's been in a crash and slid across the road"
but the marks weren't all in the same line, so it couldn't have been that as the cause for the marks.
I just suspected the marks were some kinda bondage and displine routine which she partakes in with her spare time, and nothing to do with me. so I keep walkin.
just then she turns around and says "Oh man! he's somebody I do NOT want to see today!"
then turns to look away from the shop window.
one of the other workers makes the comment, "who!?"
so the boss points me out of the crowd and says. "HIM".
I'm just thinking to myself "f OFF! I don't know you, thanks for effing my reputation in town, cow!"
I just continue on my merry way and just think to myself.
-----------
there was another woman (45+ years old) who had said lots of stuff to me all week I knew it couldn't all be true. and she was hot and cold every minute with her attitude.
and basicly did a number on my head, so I've just left the drama with her to deal with and her lots of men friends.
but the only conclusion, I could comeup with, was that she had some form of mental sickness, cause nothing made any sense from what she had said to me. I've no idea what that mental illness was though.
95% of the time, she would act like she was arnold swartznegger, then the next minute she'd act like a kid.
to her, everything in life was like just fun and games. but when you pointed out that life isn't like that, she was a kid and started to sulk.
---------
this was just the tip of the iceburg for me this week. I haven't even mentioned the abusive language from passengers in cars, etc...
Do I need a tshirt which has something printed on it?
how do you deal with these people out there?
I thought I was gonna have a real quiet, easy week. but NO. it's not possible out there.