How ironic that the very day that I write about bullying, found here that I encounter a bully on the street. Here's my open letter to him, the unknown coward:
Dear man passing in the van,
I saw you looking at me from your side mirrors, laughing to your friend as I passed by on the car park. My chin went up a little higher and I walked past, ignoring you.
Stood at the bus stop I saw you pull out of the car park. I knew what was coming.
There are a lot of ways to describe me. I am a brunette. I have blue eyes. I am of medium height. I have, I'm told, a nice smile when I'm happy. If you look a little deeper, you find I'm a happy girl. I'm loyal, I'm friendly and I will give anyone the time of day. But as I said, I knew what was coming.
"Fat bitch!!!!" you shout at me as you drove past me. Too cowardly to say anything when I passed beside your parked vehicle, you shout it out on the main street, driving past so I cannot respond. Well yes, sir, I'm fat, and yes, sometimes I am a bitch.
If you had done this to me a year ago you would have hurt me. I would have put a brave face on but cried when I got home. Now though, I just feel sorry for you and the person you are.
So how do we describe you? The villain in the piece? Nasty, for shouting at a woman alone in the street, cowardly for not daring to say it when I passed you, insecure if you find it necessary to insult someone you don't know and pathetic, because, well you are.
So I am a fat sometimes bitch. You are nasty, cowardly, insecure and pathetic. Overall, comparing us both, I think I'd prefer to be fat.
Lots of love,
The Woman you heckled in the street.
I hope he gets giant boils on his arse. What a total prick. 'People' like that are the lowest of the low. No-balls cowardly prick. F*ck him! x x
ReplyDeleteWhat a t***er! In fact no we should pity the brainless idiot, neanderthal man drives a van!
ReplyDeleteEvery day a good deed. One arsehole out there became a little bright in his poor life just because you was there. Isn't is wonderfull? *irony off* xoxo
ReplyDeletesomething like this happened to me once - but the twist was i was walking with someone who i knew to be a victim of rape. and so as the car slowed down i took a lung full and yelled F*** You. in a really snarly aggressive voice. i know that they want the rise. and i shouldn't play into their hands. but just that one time, i gotta say, it felt really good to be ready. and loud.
ReplyDeleteNothing constructive really to say Vic apart from what an absolute wanker. I am sure he has a penis the size of his brain ie.tiny!
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