I just walked from my home to the gas station at the bottom of the hill all for the sake of a can of Monster. It's not late but walking around by yourself is not the best idea after dark. I made it alive, obviously, but it's a scary world out there. I passed at least three shady people also walking at night and my street was surprisingly busy. I mean, cars hardly go there in the day time, I shouldn't be seeing twenty drive past me on a Tuesday. It seemed odd. Maybe there was a party somewhere. And to top it all off, someone honked at me! Where's the fish?? So I spent the whole way back up looking behind me every time I heard a car and developing plans in case I get attacked. Like figuring out which neighbors were home, if there was anything heavy I could fight back with, or what direction I could run in.
Now, my question here is: is there really anything to be afraid of? This isn't exactly the ghetto. It's upper middle class, small town America, yet I get twitchy walking around in it? Is this just an issue for young females? We've been trained by Oprah and our mothers not to walk around parking garages or isolated streets alone. Is this an American phenomenon? The media shows us criminals and rapists and horror stories until we lock ourselves in our homes and buy security systems and handguns, just in case. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. But the Monster was worth it, no doubt.
In other news: the boy is home (yay!), I have a group project due in four hours that idk how I'll finish, my uterus hurts, I want to go to the city for New Years, and I need a new wardrobe.
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