rustyironmongerFeatured By OwnerNov 19, 2012Hobbyist General Artist
They touch me, especially on the ass cheeks, all the time to let me know I'm in their way, complain about me not being able to bend my knees or ankles very far, and use my shoulders as handholds. Young mothers who have as much business taking care of a child as Snooki does do the same fucking thing, everyone always says "how else am I supposed to let you know I'm there?" I do not have the facial and cranial features of many congenitally deaf people, and whatever happened to TALKING?
As an abuse victim who hates to be touched, I so want to squeeze and shatter their hands, snap their wrists, knock them to the ground so their hips or vertebrae will break and do other nasty things. Most of them seem like perverts too when they touch my ass cheeks. Next time I'm in Costco, Super Wal-Mart grocery department, a big department store during holiday shopping season or a warehouse grocery store I'll be wearing a cheap adult diaper, Bengay on my shoulders and a tank top or vest on, and will eat Ex-Lax and diuretics before I go, and give some old bitch or bastard (or idiotic young mother who should have had her sprog taken away into state care and her tubes tied) the shock of their lives when they touch me.
Well. This is a little bit long but crazy. Does not involves cars, but crazy old people.
When I was growing up, in rural Spain, there was this old lady that had some mental illness and was really aggresive
The woman was mentally ill, ok, but to add to the dangerous situation, she was also strong and a sharp shooter. The moment she could not catch you, she would throw you an stone and almost never, ever failed, and she aimed to the head.
As kids are cruel, the village kids liked to go to her house door and taunt her, just for the thrill of it. She would come out and beat the shit out of you if she caught you.
While I never participate in the harrasment, some of my friends did. I refused to go with them, sensing something there was not right.
One afternoon one of my big mouthed friends and me were walking down an street when we crossed paths with the woman. Under normal circunstances, if you did not tell anything to her or you did not even look at her face she would no do anything, but my asshole friend had to turn around when we had passed her and yelled and insult.
The woman turned around and chased us down the street. I was panicking, my friend was laughing himself to death. At some point an stone hit my friend in the head drawing blood and the woman caught up with him and started kicking his ass. I managed to scape and got two of the neighborhood men to get the old lady off my friend. He was battered and his pride long gone.
Some time later, she atacked a police officer and ended up in a mental institution. She was dangerous, but I have to say not everything was her fault