So, moving to NYC, or Brooklyn rather, there have been a few things that I have had to get used to again. Luckily, its not so hard having lived here before. Basically, I knew what I was getting myself into. Nonetheless, I am still surprised at the audacity of some people.
I had spent the morning at Target with a friend and as the time drew closer to the twelve o'clock hour, my stomach felt it necessary to remind me that I had once again neglected it. To remedy the problem, I bought a little bag of salt 'n vinegar chips. A strong choice, and sure to remain with me throughout the day, but the hunger was such that I felt the need to go bold.
As I walked home, one hand holding the chip bag, the other feeding the hunger, I realized someone was yelling at me. "Hey, give me some of your chips!" I was taken aback, glanced around, shook it off, and continued to walk. Then the primitive verbal lashing began, and I saw my assailants. It was a group of young people. I say "young people" as if I was 65 and I was observing a group of hooligans, but these people were probably my age. "Hey, stupid b*tch, give me your chips! Oh, are your chips too good for me, stupid b*tch." And so on. The "young man" who began the whole chip business had by this point rallied all his friends to join in.
So, here I am, walking down the street, trying to enjoy my chips and contemplating the prospect of having a stong breath for the remainder of the day, and what was to be done about it, and I am attacked, it a ridiculous spectacle of profanities, and over chips no less. Well, I should have continued to walk away; I shouldn't have reacted. A similiar situation had happened to me before, and I managed to shrug it off and not react. These boys looked like fools to other people on the street, and I could and should have left it like that.
They say you are defined by what you do. Well, I hope that this little action does not define me. Rather, I would like to chalk it up to a moment of weakness. I did continue to walk, but I displayed a very special finger for the young man. Seriously though, I have never done that before. It was a first for me. If anyone noticed, they probably would have aggreed with the young man about me being a "female dog". I should have walked away, and I am bugged to no end that I stooped. This will haunt me. I know it will.
I had spent the morning at Target with a friend and as the time drew closer to the twelve o'clock hour, my stomach felt it necessary to remind me that I had once again neglected it. To remedy the problem, I bought a little bag of salt 'n vinegar chips. A strong choice, and sure to remain with me throughout the day, but the hunger was such that I felt the need to go bold.
As I walked home, one hand holding the chip bag, the other feeding the hunger, I realized someone was yelling at me. "Hey, give me some of your chips!" I was taken aback, glanced around, shook it off, and continued to walk. Then the primitive verbal lashing began, and I saw my assailants. It was a group of young people. I say "young people" as if I was 65 and I was observing a group of hooligans, but these people were probably my age. "Hey, stupid b*tch, give me your chips! Oh, are your chips too good for me, stupid b*tch." And so on. The "young man" who began the whole chip business had by this point rallied all his friends to join in.
So, here I am, walking down the street, trying to enjoy my chips and contemplating the prospect of having a stong breath for the remainder of the day, and what was to be done about it, and I am attacked, it a ridiculous spectacle of profanities, and over chips no less. Well, I should have continued to walk away; I shouldn't have reacted. A similiar situation had happened to me before, and I managed to shrug it off and not react. These boys looked like fools to other people on the street, and I could and should have left it like that.
They say you are defined by what you do. Well, I hope that this little action does not define me. Rather, I would like to chalk it up to a moment of weakness. I did continue to walk, but I displayed a very special finger for the young man. Seriously though, I have never done that before. It was a first for me. If anyone noticed, they probably would have aggreed with the young man about me being a "female dog". I should have walked away, and I am bugged to no end that I stooped. This will haunt me. I know it will.
