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I'm Absolutely RAGING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've just been attacked by what I can only describe as a dirty, stinking, DISgusting, ragedy-rasta headed, weed-smoking CRACKHEAD!!!!!
Aaargh I'm SO mad I can't even see straight!
So I'm standing in the market on my lunch break queueing up for my lunch and this...philistine...decides to bowl his way straight through the queue pushing me out the way - with his hands - so he knew exactly what he was doing. I didn't see him coming so it put me off balance a bit. So me being me (and totally forgetting I'm nearly 5 months pregnant) I pushed him back and shouted to watch where he's going.
BIG MISTAKE.
My man turns round and starts coming for me (at which point I get a good look at him and realise he's not right in the head) so I start to back off. He started shouting at me and coming closer and closer, so in my defence I swung for him with the only thing I had which was my umberella and hit him (bullseye) right in the face which only made him worse.
By then we'd managed to attract quite an audience and some guys stepped in to try and keep him away from me. Then I heard a woman say "what the f*** is wrong with you can't you see she's pregnant?" And so the following verbal battle ensued:
It: She hit me in the face!
Me: Yeah I hit you! You go around pushing pregnant women over and you're gonna get hit!
It: That f***ing black ******* hit me in the face!!
Me: Who you calling a black *******??? If I'm black, what are you? You think that's a tan you got there? (he was a black guy btw, much darker than me too!)
THEN he goes for his jacket pocket and shouts that he's got a knife and if all these people weren't here, he'd stab me.
By that time some of the market traders had come out to keep him away from me but he kept on shouting about if he sees me again around there he's gonna kill me and that he won't forget my black ******* face.
I guess it was adrenaline and hunger that made me stay in the queue and pay for my lunch, but I hot-footed it to the bus stop and got the bus back to work instead of walking. As soon as I stepped foot in the office the whole incident hit me and I just burst into tears. Partly because the fear of having to look over my shoulder had just registered, but mostly because I felt SO bad about putting myself and my baby in that position.
I'm naturally quite a fiery person, but I feel so bad for forgetting I've got my baby to protect now and it's not a good idea to confront people - no matter what the situation is. People are CRAZY. I see it on the news all the time, and there I was having a fight with a crackhead. And the thing is, I reckon if there hadn't been so many people around, he would have gone for me for real.
I had to go upstairs and have a real word with myself about what happened and I spent ages apologizing to LO for doing what I did. LO's been wriggling like mad ever since I got back and I hope I haven't passed on my anger to him/her. I just feel so selfish for putting us both at risk.
Sorry for the long-winded rant ladies, but I really feel crap now and need a place to vent.
Aaaargh! PUNK!
I've just been attacked by what I can only describe as a dirty, stinking, DISgusting, ragedy-rasta headed, weed-smoking CRACKHEAD!!!!!
Aaargh I'm SO mad I can't even see straight!
So I'm standing in the market on my lunch break queueing up for my lunch and this...philistine...decides to bowl his way straight through the queue pushing me out the way - with his hands - so he knew exactly what he was doing. I didn't see him coming so it put me off balance a bit. So me being me (and totally forgetting I'm nearly 5 months pregnant) I pushed him back and shouted to watch where he's going.
BIG MISTAKE.
My man turns round and starts coming for me (at which point I get a good look at him and realise he's not right in the head) so I start to back off. He started shouting at me and coming closer and closer, so in my defence I swung for him with the only thing I had which was my umberella and hit him (bullseye) right in the face which only made him worse.
By then we'd managed to attract quite an audience and some guys stepped in to try and keep him away from me. Then I heard a woman say "what the f*** is wrong with you can't you see she's pregnant?" And so the following verbal battle ensued:
It: She hit me in the face!
Me: Yeah I hit you! You go around pushing pregnant women over and you're gonna get hit!
It: That f***ing black ******* hit me in the face!!
Me: Who you calling a black *******??? If I'm black, what are you? You think that's a tan you got there? (he was a black guy btw, much darker than me too!)
THEN he goes for his jacket pocket and shouts that he's got a knife and if all these people weren't here, he'd stab me.
By that time some of the market traders had come out to keep him away from me but he kept on shouting about if he sees me again around there he's gonna kill me and that he won't forget my black ******* face.
I guess it was adrenaline and hunger that made me stay in the queue and pay for my lunch, but I hot-footed it to the bus stop and got the bus back to work instead of walking. As soon as I stepped foot in the office the whole incident hit me and I just burst into tears. Partly because the fear of having to look over my shoulder had just registered, but mostly because I felt SO bad about putting myself and my baby in that position.
I'm naturally quite a fiery person, but I feel so bad for forgetting I've got my baby to protect now and it's not a good idea to confront people - no matter what the situation is. People are CRAZY. I see it on the news all the time, and there I was having a fight with a crackhead. And the thing is, I reckon if there hadn't been so many people around, he would have gone for me for real.
I had to go upstairs and have a real word with myself about what happened and I spent ages apologizing to LO for doing what I did. LO's been wriggling like mad ever since I got back and I hope I haven't passed on my anger to him/her. I just feel so selfish for putting us both at risk.
Sorry for the long-winded rant ladies, but I really feel crap now and need a place to vent.
Aaaargh! PUNK!
