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Walking home from work, these 4 teenagers (about 18) started at me as I walked across the parking lot. I minded my own business but heard a loud thump after passing them by. I turned in reflex action and saw nothing different...
I continue on my way and hear a rapid sequence of thumps; I mistook it as someone running and turned again to look, scared shitless. They got a good laugh. They obviously saw more than what they were staring at originally. (and it was the usual "who's that freak" glance.)
I kept walking, normal speed.
When I did get home a few minutes later, I then noticed one of the four of them walking back the opposite direction. He was following me from a distant pace.
Maybe I should have prayed he had a gun. This isn't living if, thanks to a shitty upbringing in a "society" that gives bullies carte blanche on the meek, and creatures like him that prove humans haven't evolved that I have to live fuckin' scared all the damn time, which in turn only has people treating me like, amongst other things, a freak. I try to work within the system and within people. This animal just likes to poke at others. How come he gets a normal life and not I?
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