So today was a proud day.
My ankle twisted during a badminton tournament last weekend and it might have a crack so I’m gonna put a plaster over it. This is not the thing I’m proud of duh!
So today I had a hospital visit to put the plaster. I was in the waiting list since the doctor was busy. While I was waiting I decided to pull out my phone to do some casual reading. I was happily scrolling through WordPress reading posts but that’s when I noticed him. This guy sitting across me in his mid 40s or so. Staring at me shamelessly.
Just in case you were wondering what I was wearing because people tend to be curious about that first I was wearing a long top and denim shorts. Why? If that questionable word pops in your mind, let me remind you I had a broken ankle and I couldn’t wear anything long. Does it really matter what I was wearing though? I don’t think it does. I was obviously in pain. I couldn’t keep my leg down without frowning about it.
But this man shamelessly keeps staring at me like I’m sitting there for him. In a hospital. With a broken ankle. In pain. So that he could stare at me and have nasty thoughts. I looked at him once and he looked away in precisely 3 seconds.
I was like fine. Strike one
But after after a few minutes I noticed him staring again. At my legs. I straightened them out and banged my right leg with a thud of annoyance ( I couldn’t bang my left leg because that is what is broken).
He looked away. I controlled some more.
Then after a while.
The third time I was pissed. He was almost th age of my father and he probably had a daughter, a wife, a sister, a mother and he dared to look at me that way.
I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I kept my phone down and I kept staring at him. He realised soon that I was looking at him. He glanced at me. But I didn’t glance away. I kept looking. For a solid two minutes I kept my gaze strong.
He got up and walked away. I let out a sigh of relief 😌
I was so proud honestly I started smiling. I could feel warmth in my heart that I finally stood up for myself.
I should be proud right?
But I don’t understand why people have such mind sets. I mean you’re just making a girl who is most probably the age of your daughter uncomfortable by staring.
It’s over though.
We all need to stand up for ourselves some or t it her time. Give no sh#t take no sh#t. Learn to make some place for yourself in this over rated world. I was honestly so proud of myself that when I reached home I had a whole bar of chocolate as a treat
Say hello to my plastered leg. Gotta drag this chic for 15 days now
I’m going to draw on this and have fun. Maybe I’ll upload a picture of the artwork.
My plaster was a pretty azure and it looked like the sky so I just went for something simple and put two sun’s and one cloud.
Wow I have the sky both below and above me!💞