The one thing that happened to me that I wished I had filmed…
Dear internet,
Let me tell you the story of the one thing that happened to me in my life which I really wish I had filmed and put on social media, but I didn’t. I was on my way back from Staten Island to Manhattan, heading to Marc’s apartment. I was on the 1 train, going through the usual stops from south ferry to 66th. It was somewhere around midnight and I noticed the train was becoming emptier. The train stopped and as a few more people left one guy came into my carriage. He was a pretty over weight dude, with very short hair and must of been in his mid twenties. He lay across 4 seats in front of me and stared up at the ceiling. The train gets to the next stop and the rest of the passengers exit, leaving just me and this dude in our carriage. Once empty, his eyes drop from the ceiling to me. “You” he says. “You, you fucking bitch.” I immediately tense, turn to the side and paying no attention whatsoever. “Hey, I’m talking to you, you fucking slut” “Bitch”
I’m from a pretty bad English town, random insults have never been foreign to me. I played it cool. “I could kill you, you fucking slut.”“What can you do bitch, no ones here, slut, I could kill you hahahahahahaha.” The way he spoke was very very monotone. Creepy. Likea movie character. Like how you’d expect the serial killer in a horror movie to speak. His laugh was crazy long. He repeated phrases like this throughout the journey always ending with this “hahahahahahahahaha” “Slut” or “bitch” being his favourite words. “look at you. Uptight bitch, fucking rich whore hahahahahahahaha”
I am now sitting there thinking of how I could restrain this dude if he does indeed get violent. He was pretty short and me being prettytall and a tad strong (thanks gym!) I was not scared. I’ve always been able to hold my own, perks of growing up a tomboy. However, Ihad no idea if he had a weapon on him or not, and with that rolling around in my head, I new I had to take some sort of action. Iwhipped my phone out, 15% battery. Great. I immediately sent a text to Marc saying there’s a crazy dude on the train, threatening me,be aware in-case I don’t arrive. Marcs freakin.’
The dude is still going off about my apparent sluttism and bitchism that I must radiate out into the world to deserve this kinda treatment. I see the train is getting towards 50th Good. Not my stop, but I’m getting the fuck out of this carriage. “OH YOU GETTINGOFF BITCH HAHAHAHAHAHA”
He got a lot louder. Fucking booming voice. “YEAH THIS IS MY TRAIN. GET THE FUCK OFF MY TRAIN YOU FUCKING SLUT.HAHAHAHAHAHHAA” “GET OFF, GET OUT.” “HAHAHAHAHA” “THIS IS MY TRAIN, GET THE FUCK OFF MY TRAIN”
Yep. okay. I quickly slipped out the door of the carriage and slipped into the next carriage hoping he didn’t see. He didn’t. I could still hear him shouting and screaming “slut” “bitch” in the next carriage over before we started moving again.
The train got to 66th. I walked out checking my surroundings making sure he didn’t leave the train. No one was around. So Iran/walked to the nearest Duane Reade. Picked up enough sushi to kill a man, and made my way to Marcs apartment.
I film everything in New York City. Really, I do. But I didn’t film that, and I regret it. I guess what I’m trying to say is, if you experience something bad and totally illegal that happens to you or someone else, and for whatever reason, you can’t step in and help. Film that shit. Document that shit. Social media that shit. Shitty people need to be exposed. People harassing and threatening others need to be exposed. People hurting others and abusing their power, need to be exposed.
So yeah, consider sharing this story. Lets open up a dialoge. Isn’t that what social media is all about?
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