Last night contained one of the scariest 10 minutes of my life. I was leaving a grocery store on the way to Max's house when a woman in a big white truck stopped in front of said grocery store. She was stopped for quite a while and so I decided to go around her. She honked loudly and proceeded to follow me at a distance of about 3 inches behind my car all the way to Max's house. When I got out of the car, she started yelling at me about almost hitting a family, a family that I never even saw. I ignored her, went in the house, and she eventually went away.
There's a couple of scary things about the whole experience:
- I was too scared out of my mind to think straight. Should I have called the cops and let them know someone was following me? Of course! That thought never even crossed my mind.
- Other than what God has given me, I have no way to protect myself. The last time I took a self defense class was......nope, can't remember. I don't have any pepper spray, bear spray, concealed weapon, anything. How scary is that?
- For some reason, I can't bring myself to purchase any of the items in 2. I'm not sure why. I have all sorts of self worth in so many other areas of my life, why don't I deserve to be protected as well? Obviously an attacker doesn't have my best interests in mind, so that's something that I need to be concerned with.
I guess the important thing about this is that I take the experience in stride and learn from it. Maybe it will help me become less of a weenie about my safety. Or maybe I could just have my little brother's friend Shaylee move in. If she's got his back, I don't see why she wouldn't have mine. :)
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