This was a day that has inner me thinking, “I should have just stayed in bed.”
From the bullshit blocks from earlier today around getting paperwork in – or paperwork that actually arrives I should say – to the mind numbing realities of this place – to having to smell dog shit from next door making it impossible to keep the windows open much less going outside and enjoying the sun (which I really NEEDED to do today in my own yard) to experiencing some young punk drive by and yell out the window “you fat piece of bacon” whereby when I turned to follow the voice, saw him and was informed “yeah YOU” – instincts kicked in – I flipped him off and resisted the urge to hop in my car and race after him. Today i carry decades of male abuse. My immediate response now is to literally kick fucking ass and fight back.
Fat piece of bacon. Until today, I had never heard of the phrase. Have you? Apparently, it’s a thing amongst today’s out-of-control youth. It’s a derogatory phrase, at times aimed at women to insult and provoke. Harassment.
What’s as disgusting to me is that there were other men in the parking lot, and they did and said nothing.
🤬🤬🤬
When a man does that, he’s complicit. Period. It’s LONG past time men return to their damn original role as the protector. Not that I can’t handle things myself. But it would sure as hell help my traumatized system to SEE a man step up on my behalf. We women are DONE not feeling safe here, and we need men united WITH US to put an end to this abuse.
Interesting timing given how I was talking about lack of personal safety here, AS women with a friend. Can we say matrix simulation? And matrix attack? Why is it that when I talk about the good things, I don’t see those come back quickly, but I point out one thing challenging and BAM – in comes the matrix version of manifestation.
Total fucking bullshit. Inverted. All of it here.
I also had difficulty accessing my Venmo account – at first, being informed no such account exists – which it does – so I had to do some technical b.s. with that.
And now I and once again at the park eating alone too much drama. And me? Too f****** burned out to deal with it in any way shape or form mentally. So I just leave. Stopped at the store again no little punks there this time haha and picked up three big cookies because at this point sweet treats are the only f****** thing soothing my depleted exhausted burned out mind brain Body and Soul.
not alone.
💖
victoria
