#aka he did what needed to be done- he didn't act like stuff was below him

[alittlebitofrainbyyourside]

There was an... incident involving a man in an orange jumpsuit and some pretty bracelets that were not... properly connected if you catch my drift- at my local train station the other day. I still have no idea what the fuck was happening but it was A Lot and you know me, I have a rule about police- if they're there, I'm not.

but I was telling my grandfather about it and how like, the dude in front of me stopped in his tracks because he didn't know what to do and I was bitching about how that's /stupid/ and how that's how you get hit or involved in an altercation you don't have any business being apart of.

and my grandfather was like 'did you get hurt' and I was like '... no. You taught me better than that. I kept moving, I didn't rubber neck, I stayed aware but didn't draw attention to myself and I kept out of everyone involveds range of motion.'

and he had the audacity to be like 'damn right we taught you better.'

and I'm like...

Sir.

Sir. you also taught me not to walk in front of cars that are stopped and wave you on because they might be purposefully trying to get you in a better position to hit you. This was not a problem when I lived in the country but I live in the City Now. This is a problem. I sometimes instinctively add like 800+ steps to my step count taking convoluted routes so that I don't have to cross in front of cars without a light.

like, I have PTSD and DID for reasons that have nothing to do with you and your anxiety disorder of a brain- but like, had my childhood been otherwise chill- your lessons and those from your daughter definitely would have wound me up on a couch anyway. Like, had my childhood not played out the way it did- I think I would have been a fascinating study in whether or not you can *teach* someone to have an anxiety disorder.