GLITTER DUST OF MY MIND. SOLILOQUY.
Never thought it would bother me that much, I miscalculated my capacity to repress. It gave me nightmares for 2 consecutive days. Thursday night, as we were on our way home, we saw this couple fighting in the sides of the street and one guy in the middle trying to stop them. Imagine this: The guy wants to punch the girl in her face while the girl is taunting the guy, adding fire challenging him to punch her. Ooh bad idea girl unless you are some Ronda Rousey. I was looking at that direction and to my surprise, the angry guy looked at me with such saucer huge eyes and screamed profanity in his dialect, which I translated as "What are you looking at huh? Mind your own business!" Though when he did that, in my mind, the gesture is decoded to Eric as "you wanna fight Man? Why you staring at us? You wanna fight?" In my head, "Dude... You can't just challenge strangers to a fight? Hahaha that's just dumb and stupid."
I signaled to continue walking, I held to Eric just in case he wants to jump in. But Eric don't wanna walk and just kept looking at them. Then we saw the guy spit huge amount of super eeeeewwy yucky chunk of slimy unhygienic saliva in her face. Damn nasty! We walked slower, just in case.... The girl will ask us to help her. She didn't, she just tried to hit back and fight for herself. It's hard, to see another woman, being physically hurt in public, it messed up my emotions so bad. It was a battle to help or not to help. We all know it's an argument between a woman and a man, we're not even sure they were married or not, It's just a pain to see though a man hitting a woman. Eric said he saw him hit her in the stomach and punched her. It enraged me inside. It messed me up inside. It stirred up so many emotions that I wanted to call the police. They continued with their being a source of public nuisance, we watched from afar, then some Indian guys chilling by the park started to come in between them to help. It made me feel better, in some ways, I assumed they will not let the guy hurt her anymore. We continued walking. Somehow I wished we could have done something about it. In my head, I remained to question, what could have been the best thing to do in such a situation? When is okay to meddle at other people's affairs without being part of their mess? Or should we just tell Ourselves to HUSH? Domestic Violence is REAL. If it can happen outside much more in the households. I know a few women who went thru it, stayed thru it, moved on from it. Luckily, they HEALED & SURVIVED. |
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