Now that is weird.
Speaking of all things weird, sadly I think the dormant weirdo-attraction gene I was hoping I hadn't inherited from my mother seems to have awoken in me. There have been a few incidents in the last few weeks and yet another today. I was walking to the bus stop when I happened to make eye contact with the man walking towards me because he was staring at me. He was smiling at me, so I smiled back to be polite but he continued to stare. I figured not looking would solve this, so he then decided to walk way too close to me considering we were on a wide bit of pavement so I actually had to jump out of the way. I think he said something but I had my headphones in so I didn't hear. I didn't stick around the find out. Oh, the joys of pervy men. I think there is actually a guy in some sort of register who lives in the town I go to school in. Maybe it was him. How comforting.
Last night I dreamt that Hugh suddenly turned up at my house and let himself in while mum and John were out with Barney. He had decided to bring over a bowl of stewed apple for some reason or another and as soon as I saw him I started to get angry. I have a speech prepared that I won't say should I ever see him again when my mum isn't present but in the dream I didn't do my speech. In the dream, I told him that he had done a lot of things wrong and he agreed with me, which really annoyed me more since he doesn't really think so and then I started screaming at him and crying. Next thing I knew I was throwing bowl after bowl of stewed apple at him screaming and crying.
Then I woke up.
Hm.. Maye I should hire This Man to beat him up in my dream.
Track: Gone In The Morning - Newton Faulkner
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Never smile at strange men when you are on your own. Being safe is more important than being polite.
Be told - by someone who cares enough to tell you.