Saturday, July 10, 2021

Time for me to fight back, I think.

 Today, just entering my street, I saw a jogger heading in the same direction, so I went to one side, near the building, leaving all the rest of the pavement - about 2 m at least - free for the young, male jogger to run past me.

What did the bastard actually do? He squeezed between the building and me and was so close that my hand touched his T-shirt and body as he passed by. When I shouted at him, he didn't turn back, look at me or react in any way whatsoever.

When I was a student, I was attacked by a young man from behind when walking in a residential area - houses all along the streets - and for at least 20 years, I hit out at anyone coming up behind me. Time to start lashing out again.

Last week, I went through the park but on one of the roads at the back - between the park and the graveyard. It's a broad road - cars can pass by each other when travelling in both directions. A couple - two joggers, male and female. On the other side of the street, jogging towards me. I'm on the far right-hand side of the street when all of a sudden, the young, tall man starts jogging towards me. Why? And when I shout at him to keep away, he looks at me as though I'm overreacting. Have people not heard of this pandemic? The 7-day-incidence is on the rise again.

I should have clouted him with my shopping bag. He could have been trying to mug me. How would I know?

Time to lash out and make sure bastards like these thoughtless, selfish young men understand that they are obliged to keep their distance from women they don't know. Especially when they are running at speed towards them.

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