I thought I'd try something new today...Sunday diary entries! I'm writing these in Illustrator, so this is what my handwriting actually looks like...v. v. messy, I know.
Anyway...yesterday I had a pretty decent trip down from Boston when the most awful thing happened @ Market East. Some guy sat next to me and started jerking off while asking me ??s about myself. I didn't know what to do so I just left and hid behind a pillar until my train came, but it upset me so much. What would you have done? I always thought I'd be the kind of person who'd get angry and confront him but instead I got afraid.
Also, I don't know why anyone would ever think that that was okay. But why didn't I get angry? I didn't want to overreact, especially since I had no concrete proof, but why is it such a bad thing to overreact? Can't we just be angry, or even just feel things, without having to worry about how we look to other people? I'm obsessed with beauty, but sometimes we are NOT beautiful, but that's still us and there's nothing wrong with that. Why couldn't I have told that man to go fuck himself if he was so desperate?
Anyway I hope you enjoyed this departure from my normal broadcasting. To be continued next Sunday!
