a stolen right
Perhaps one of the worst feelings in the world is to be afraid of your own home. Last night, around 1AM, while sitting in my usual spot of my living room sofa, just doing the usual work, I hear this knock come from the patio window/door. A knock at the patio is not unusual as oftentimes one of my roommates will run outside without a key and then need a way back in.
However, when I turned to look, it was not one of my roommates or anyone that I knew, but a guy, covering his face with his lifted shirt, and trousers dropped, wagging his penis at me through the window. I turned away and ignored him while he stayed there for at least., just wagging away, another minute before walking away. I was too scared to pick up the phone to call the police or wake up my very burly roommate. I didn’t want to move lest I provoke him to do anything.
But the image in the corner of my eye of a guy standing right up against my window and waving his appendage at me was enough to rattle me for the entire night and still into today. I couldn’t move from that spot on the sofa or look towards the window for at least fifteen minutes after he walked away, and didn’t even walk towards that same wall where my computer was plugged into to unplug it for fear that he was still lurking nearby. Instead, I yanked the cord from where I sat.
I couldn’t sleep, but must have dozed off at some point because I woke up late for my class. As I walked out my front door and towards the apartment complex office to report the incident, any male that I saw whether or not they resembled the – erm- “attacker” (I guess), I felt a small tremor of nervousness. The guy could be almost anyone I run into today or tomorrow or the day after that.
These kinds of people make me so negative about humanity. I am comforted by the thought that I have kind and caring male friends with whom I feel so utterly and completely safe around. But if they can’t keep the fear from striking, still, when the incident happens and they aren’t there.  When something like this happens to you alone, the feeling of alone-ness is so strongly prevalent that, as a friend of mine who has gone through something similiar said, “…you feel embarrassed almost.”
Despite the overwhelming support I’ve gotten from people that I’ve told about this, and the strangely humourous reactions some people have suggested to me, I still feel this odd fear of going home. It it more than possible that this incident was purely random, there’s also that possibility that the person will come back. What kind of sick person does something like this?
Well, even though pretty much all of you that read this blog are guys, I think that it’s important that everyone is aware that there ARE people out there that do fracked up things like this and that they have to be stopped. Tell your friends: it’s not funny – it’s sick and full grounds for getting your precious package stamped on by the entire female population of this planet.
March 19 2007 08:49 pm | Uncategorized
CommSie on 20 Mar 2007 at 2:31 am #
All I have left to say these days is, I want the right to freely kill a lot of people.
There are a lot of despicable beings… I don’t care what they were thinking or on, but when you are doing things beyond consent, honour, some morality and decency…
Yeah, many kind of intrusions shake your foundation of trust in the “fellow-man”.
Hope you haven’t been for example robbed oftenly, gun pointed, put down/harassed for whatever reason or worse (>._.)>