Bitches Always Trippin'

There Are A Lot of Really Good Men Out There…Just Not This Asshole

I’m so fucking over everything!

 

Today, I walked to the post office, to drop off tax returns for my boss. A man, in a Jeep, stopped in the left hand turn lane, and shouted “You have amazing [use your imagination].” To make sure I heard him, he shouted it at me a second time. I was really sad after that.

 

It was humiliating.  I was reduced to my body parts. There were other people around. People started staring at me. All of a sudden, I’m the center of attention on a city street, for something not under my control.

 

I wonder if he even realized what he was doing. Did he care how badly this made me feel? Did he do it on purpose to make me feel bad? If so, why did he want to do that? I just don’t understand. I have no idea what would compel him to behave like this. It was scary, and aggressive, and humiliating.

 

This man wasn’t trying to compliment me. He wasn’t saying something nice to put a smile on my face. He did it to make himself feel better, and I’m not sure what kind of creep enjoys that. I mean, is this what being an adult means to him? Who raised this asshole?

 

I felt so bad about myself. I wondered what I did to provoke that harassment. The answer is that I did nothing. This guy is a fucking barbarian.

 

What’s weird is that he was just out driving alone.

 

Stuff like this drives me nuts. It happens more than people like to think. It’s just so gross. It makes it hard for me to continue to want to be a good person.

 

For a moment, I hated all men. Then, I had to stop myself and remember that I am lucky enough to be friends with some really good men. I texted a friend after this happened. I said I wanted to leave L.A. I’m tired of this fucking cesspool. He asked me where I want to go. I said Ethiopia (mainly because it’s far away from here). He wrote back, “Here’s a nice tidbit about Ehthiopia: according to surveys in 2003 by the National Committee on Traditional Practices…marriage by abduction accounts for 69% of the nation’s marriages.”

 

Days like today make me want to not leave my house. Sometimes, walking out my door just feels like I’m babysitting and it’s sad.