Today i was on the bus going to deal with something that was already causing stress when a passenger boarded that i havea history with. To make a long story short, i helped an individual that was introduced to me by a trusted friend and i helped this person learn how to access spice. He then proceeded to steal from me and several other people within a very small social circle (he is actively addicted to several things but good at hiding it) and sexually assaulted at least three women i personally know with penetration on one. None of thesewomen, who accessed his "services" as a "shaman" (starting to get where i got this chip on my shoulder from?)-meaning he got themhigh and assaulted them-will go to police because of the concurrent illegal drug use and their knowledge of the treatment of rape victims in us courts.
OK, i saw this piece of garbage on the bus. I looked down and away from him as my blood pressure instantly rose and i actually felt for my pocket knife (!?!). I did some breathing exercises and tried to control my feelings and then he looked over and decided glowering at me was a good idea. I lost it, called him out across the bus as what he is, called him a coward (I'm way shorter than he is but he won't stand up to me) and walked towards him. Hee stood and i could smell the booze, see his beady little pinned eyes and i had to physically stop myself.
I never actually threatened him, although i did tell him i wanted to hand him his teeth. I remained cognizant of being on a bus. I told him to get off the bus with me at my stop and he began to get off at a crowded intersection. I told him i was getting off at 29 and industrial where there's nobody around and he went to the driver who was kinda freaking out about the position he'd been thrust into, and asked him to call police.
I hope his drunk ass talked to them.
I'm not a "peace and love hippie". I've had enough tragic and traumatic life experiences to know that this world is a cold and lonelyplace. Since I've become a survivor, i have dedicated myself and my energy to advocacy for marginalized people and populations, and this persons crimes set off my justice sensor. I don't see myself as any ki kind of vigilante, that's not what this it's. This person hurt me, hurt people i love and i want his sociopathic ass to feel pain.
I've had two occasions in my life where i acted on rage and I'm fortunate i didn't really kill someone either time. Both times i was in immediatephysical danger but the response was so quick and automatic i don't remember thinking about it. Just one second a person was there in front of me and the next they are bleeding. I don't want this to happen simply due to something like this person.
I feel this might be the tallest, steepest and most consequential mountain I've climbed, that of anger management.
I want people reading this to know that I'm not a violent person despite all I've said, i believe and practice non violence, but I'm not pacifist by any means. Maybe i haven't let on how much this thing is bothering me bit it does and that should tell you something. I don't know how to navigate this, I'll see this person semi regularly and usually when there's people around i can refrain myself ( although if i see him in public in the company of a woman, I'll walk up, introduce myself to her and tell her everything she'll let me that i know about him. I've done this twice, both times he just stood there and both neithertime did he defend himself. The jacket fits, that's why. Now he just claims I'm crazy and delusional.
OK, i saw this piece of garbage on the bus. I looked down and away from him as my blood pressure instantly rose and i actually felt for my pocket knife (!?!). I did some breathing exercises and tried to control my feelings and then he looked over and decided glowering at me was a good idea. I lost it, called him out across the bus as what he is, called him a coward (I'm way shorter than he is but he won't stand up to me) and walked towards him. Hee stood and i could smell the booze, see his beady little pinned eyes and i had to physically stop myself.
I never actually threatened him, although i did tell him i wanted to hand him his teeth. I remained cognizant of being on a bus. I told him to get off the bus with me at my stop and he began to get off at a crowded intersection. I told him i was getting off at 29 and industrial where there's nobody around and he went to the driver who was kinda freaking out about the position he'd been thrust into, and asked him to call police.
I hope his drunk ass talked to them.
I'm not a "peace and love hippie". I've had enough tragic and traumatic life experiences to know that this world is a cold and lonelyplace. Since I've become a survivor, i have dedicated myself and my energy to advocacy for marginalized people and populations, and this persons crimes set off my justice sensor. I don't see myself as any ki kind of vigilante, that's not what this it's. This person hurt me, hurt people i love and i want his sociopathic ass to feel pain.
I've had two occasions in my life where i acted on rage and I'm fortunate i didn't really kill someone either time. Both times i was in immediatephysical danger but the response was so quick and automatic i don't remember thinking about it. Just one second a person was there in front of me and the next they are bleeding. I don't want this to happen simply due to something like this person.
I feel this might be the tallest, steepest and most consequential mountain I've climbed, that of anger management.
I want people reading this to know that I'm not a violent person despite all I've said, i believe and practice non violence, but I'm not pacifist by any means. Maybe i haven't let on how much this thing is bothering me bit it does and that should tell you something. I don't know how to navigate this, I'll see this person semi regularly and usually when there's people around i can refrain myself ( although if i see him in public in the company of a woman, I'll walk up, introduce myself to her and tell her everything she'll let me that i know about him. I've done this twice, both times he just stood there and both neithertime did he defend himself. The jacket fits, that's why. Now he just claims I'm crazy and delusional.

