"i just got followed home from the bus stop. this huge guy walks beside me while i'm on the phone with ewan and keeps walking beside me until i'm like "hold on" to ewan to ask what he wanted and he goes: "you live on this street right?" and i'm like "...yeeah" really impatiently because it's obvious i do since i'm holding my keys and am all ready to unlock my door, and he's like "oh, i live around the back and i've seen you before. i wanted to walk with you". i'm like "uh ok i gotta go" and walk away while he watches. i didn't know if i should go to my house or to a neighbours but elected my house because i knew i had time to get in safely and didn't know if my neighbours were home. he definitely knows exactly where i live, because i turned around while i was unlocking the door and he was STILL standing there creepily, just staring at me, which is especially great because i am definitely home alone for 2 more days. 3 floors of century old house to myself.
i got in and turned off all the lights and locked all the doors and windows.
i am so scared. i'm pretty much paralyzed."
i hate that i wouldn't have even remembered this happening. i do now, i remember the feeling of hunkering down and not wanting to walk in front of windows. of not being able to fall asleep that night. i was tired of being scared then and i'm STILL FUCKING TIRED OF IT. i walked home alone last night around midnight and became aware that i habitually do a 360 every block or so to make sure there are no lurkers. what the fuck is that?
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