I did manage to not get trampled or pepper sprayed on Black Fiday and got a TV at Target, albeit, not the one I was hoping for. I also hit the mall and cleaned up at Loft, buying more for myself than gifts but if I didn’t spend my early b-day money then I would have ended up buying something well thought out and sensible and where is the fun in that?
Hi buddy! I think someone has a birthday coming up soon... what's sort of things are you hoping to get? Are you doing anything fun to celebrate?? :) - Your Buddy
Next week for the bday (nov 28!)I plan on going out for dinner with the husband and then hitting the theater to see The Muppets, and we may sneak in a flask to enjoy while we watch.
As for gifts, I’ve asked for a bunch of little things - bracelets, cozy socks, leg warmers, candles, pretty much anything warm, cozy, or sparkly for the holidays. I have a bad habit of asking for gift cards because I like to start out my ho.iday shopping by filling my own closet first, haha.
I was just assaulted, or something, I don’t even know what it was but it made me scared and uncomfortable.
I was riding high from good news from earlier today and decided to take Callie out on a quick walk. We were almost done with the walk when a guy came up and asked me directions to a nearby street. I told him how to get there and he started up a casual conversation. I thought he was just being friendly, he was obviously foreign and I was trying to be nice. He asked about KC, if I knew the neighborhood well, if I lived in the area, if I was married, he told me he had a girlfriend and asked if he could get my advice on what to get her for her birthday.
Then the questions took a turn for the inappropriate - like when my first kiss was, when I lost my virginity, and did it hurt? That’s when I said those questions were too personal and not appropriate and said, nice to meet you, and started walking away. He said wait - I just have to tell you something. He leaned in and said - you have beautiful legs, he then started kissing my neck.
I immediately stepped back and told him, no, that’s not appropriate and tried to walk away. He ran after me saying he was sorry, he caught up and started apologizing and saying he didn’t realize it wasn’t appropriate. He asked me when the last time I had sex was and if I was happy in my marriage - no, not appropriate, good bye. Then he reached behind my neck, pulled me in, and kissed me again, I turned my head away and I gave him a two handed shove and told him loudly, please leave me alone.
I must have yelled it loud enough to scare him off because he ran off the opposite direction, I ran toward the leasing office of my apartments (as I was just walking around my apartment complex). I called Mark and he came over right away. I didn’t want to go home in case he somehow followed me and I didn’t want to be alone. Callie was in pure panic mode, she’s naturally fearful of strangers and my obvious fear had sent her into overdrive, the leasing office was closed, so there I sat feeling stupid and taken advantage of while Callie flopped around next to me, her eyes almost rolled back in her head.
So, now I’m sitting here recalling the whole thing. Pissed that it messed up my glorious day, feeling like I’m stupid and got completely duped, and replaying it all and knowing I did everything wrong. I didn’t want to seem rude and I let that guy talk me into an uncomfortable corner where he felt like he could do whatever he wanted.
I know in a couple days my attitude will change and I’ll feel safe around strangers again, but now I can’t imagine I’ll even smile at someone I don’t know.
Update: I made a police report. Thanks everyone for your kind words and advice.
Because, from my point of view, the movement is made up of three types of people:
Those who hate the 1% for being the 1%, the classic have-nots vs the haves.
Those who are tremendously in-debt due to their own choices
Those who oppose banks creating loans that will, in all liklihood, fail.
The last one being the only legitimate cause in my mind. I also know that to much of the the world, the entire U.S. population is the 1%.
Maybe I just don’t understand the movement, which is part of the problem (I’m not sure everyone participating in the movement understands it). But I don’t think capitalism is bad, I don’t begrudge people who have more than me, and I, quite frankly, think someone needs to teach this country how debt works and how to use it properly.