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PrintableIstenSzek said: I used to take the train to school every morning at 07:30
with one of my friends. We'd be on our way for about 1 hour before we got to our destination and the journey was mostly one enormous bore. So then we came up with some lame things to do in the train to keep us from being bored. One of the things we'd do would be to just sit amongst a group of people who were all just minding their own stuff and all of a sudden I would go into seizure 
I mean, really pretty damn awful looking seizure. We had rehearsed this stuff and it looked shockingly frightening. When I'd be on the floor of the traincart, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body twitching like hell, gurgling and foaming, my friend would get up and strat kicking and hitting me as she yelled "Oh you fucking bastard. Anafilectic shock again eh? You piece of shit, I told you not to touch me peanuts, so this is what you get, you piece of human waste". People would be so shocked they didn't know what the hell to do. Usually we timed this, so that it would happen about 4 or 5 minutes from the station so that no one would pull the emergency break lol.   | |
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conch5184 said: I think a lesbian hit on me on the bus one time! She kept touching my face pretending my foundation wasn't blended when I knew it was and talking to me and she had really short hair and this guy across from us kept smiling into his newspaper and I was traumatized
I haven't been on public transportation since. I too would have been traumatized by that. If that would have been me, I would have nicely but firmly told that woman to keep her damn hands to herself. I would tell her only once, and if she didn't listen, I would switch seats, even if it meant standing in the aisle near the back of the bus. Nobody needs to be touched on the face like that, especially when it's someone you don't even know.  RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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I didn't say anything, just waited for my stop. But everytime I would try to go back to listening to my headphones she would say it wasn't blended and touch me again. And then she like asked me for my phone number and I said (small, slightly squeaky voice) "I don't remember!" and ran off when we got to my stop.
Feel bad for her though, it must be hard to feel safe to hit on people as a gay person.  | |
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Damn!  RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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