«I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. He taught me that if you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it at full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good. Hot is no good either. White hot and passionate is the only thing to be.»
What do you do when you’re so terrified of what is to come, of missing the one you love to the point of real misery and hopelessness, that you can’t bear to look to the future and can’t enjoy the present?
1. It never, ever feels like a compliment. Even when it’s presented as one.
2. I should NOT have to put up with being made to feel unsafe and uncomfortable on my own street by men who overstep boundaries most people/strangers observe.
3. Many of the guys who do it don’t see it as harassment - they see it as flirting.
4. When you point out to them that they clearly expect something out of this conversation that you are unwilling to give, they are surprised - but calling them out on it is a pretty safe way of ending the interaction (in my experience - I felt safe enough to do this).
This is, of course (and it makes me sad to have to include that), not the only time I have experienced this - but one particular event today made me decide I needed to write all of this down.