I’ve dug myself in a huge hole.

This post is like 9 months old, just a heads up, whoops!!

You ever have everything going for you and think to yourself ‘wow life’s pretty amazing right now.’ Yea, that was me yesterday afternoon, then everything changed in the blink of an eye.

What happened you ask? Well everything started when I got on the E train. Some random really scary, and by scary i mean ‘extremely intimidating,’ guy started walking towards me while the train was moving, and decided to stand directly behind me. And when I say ‘directly,’ I literally mean DIRECTLY BEHIND ME. Im not even exaggerating, I wish I was, but it was probably one of the scariest things ever. I don’t function properly when crap like that happens; I couldn’t make myself move, I couldn’t make myself tell him to back the fuck up, I couldn’t do ANYTHING. Two stops later, this dude gets off the train and I let out a huge sigh. I hadn’t realized i was holding my breath. Being the smart big girl that I am, I checked my backpack to see if he tried to steal anything, which to my luck he didn’t. After that, I finally found a seat big enough for me to comfortably sit in (I hate when there is the smallest space between two people, and it’s the only spot available, so I always choose not to sit there, and I CANNOT STAND those annoying ass people who actually TRY to sit there because all they end up doing is sitting on my lap, like I’m sorry ma’am I did not ask for a lap dance today so please remove yourself from my person.) I don’t really have a lot of hatred, but those people just rub me the wrong way.
Anyways, after that, I took a small nap (for roughly 4 train stops) and then opened my eyes to a creepy lady staring me down. I had enough on this train, and thank the heavens that my stop was up, I got off and went to walk to the 1. I have to walk the underground street to the 1; I have to walk from 7th street to 8th street, or maybe its the other way around, I’m not sure. So I walk to where I see the uptown sign, and then I turn to go up the stairs. When I didn’t see was that the stairs were a bit wet, and mind you these stairs have metal plates screwed on the top. So picture me wearing my Docs, leggings, oversized mens jeans jacket (Thanks dad!) with my huge backpack on my back, my headphones in my ears, and hands in my pockets. Got a visual? Now picture that slipping on the wet spot and falling straight onto the stairs. My hands were in my pockets so I couldn’t brace myself, and I end up looking like I’m trying to plank on the stairs. Thank God the area wasn’t packed with people, cause then I probably would have cried right on the spot from embarrassment. There was one guy on the opposite side of the railings who looked at me, didn’t attempt to help, who had a glazed donut in his hands (and face), who asked me if I was alright. I was annoyed so obviously my response was going to be sarcastic, I mean come on, its me we’re talking about. I looked up at him and said ‘Yea, Im peachy, I always fall face first into the stairs when Im going on the 1, thanks for the immense amount of concern dude,’ then sashayed away. No Im joking, I didn’t sashay away, I stomped up the stairs, dusted myself off, and waited for my train. I got on the packed train, waited for a seat to open up because my knees were killing me, sat down, then relaxed. Thinking back, it probably looked like I was felling myself u, but I was just checking for sores. I found my knees, breasts, chin, and left hand sore. Not too bad, but still, I slumped into the seat. Then, when the seat next to me opened up, an extremely cute guy sat next to me. I was happy, he smelled nice (Yumm!). After that, the rest of my train ride, and bus ride back to campus was smooth and easy.


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