On the streets

Hellooooo :)

(This is an edited version of an old blog because I had so many grammar mistakes.)

I have been planning to write this blog a LONG time ago. At first, I decided to share a ONLY short story of me breaking out of the overprotection I was having; however, I decided to write another story along with my first reaction to the streets (maybe even useful to you if you're a girl :)).

As everyone knows, the streets are not the optimal place for a young girl to be alone. Actually, almost all horror movies start off by having a little girl alone in the street.

 Despite that, I truly needed to take steps out of the house to face my fear of strangers on the street. I have been locked in the house for SO MUCH TIME that the whole world seemed like a petrifying, mysterious place. Me taking steps inside one of the grocery stores nearby was akin to having a child get into school for the first time: a true horror. 

 The dashing cars would roar by me as the aggressive, stray dogs tumultuously barked at me as if I had been the reason of world hunger. To make matters worse, I started to get catcalled, and I was going to get kidnapped several times due to the conspicuous, almost intrusive, fact that I knew nothing about my own hometown. Whenever I took a step further away from the house, my face would get paler, and my body would swiggle around like a shaking penguin.

Here's one of the places I got myself lost in:

Day by day, I got accustomed to the place. Ironically, I made friends with the stray dogs and cats, and I discovered the golden rule of walking on the street. Walk the way that is opposite to the cars'.

Here's a picture of my favourite cat, called Prince:

However, there was one, vexing problem I still faced: catcalling. I discovered a bizarre solution for it by total coincidence. 

One day of the usual mornings of me having my messy, curly hair flap on my face like flip-flops. The dark bags under my eyes made me look like a woman who has had 3 divorces and 10 children to nurse. My mother gave me money to buy her some chips from the store nearby. I gave her a yawn of a deathly smell and an indifferent facial expression before taking the money to get out.

Usually, I would do the effort of putting some accessories on or at least wash my face; however, I decided that there was no need to as I was too lethargic to do so :)

Here's a scientific diagram to give you a better picture of how I looked that day:

"I'm taking the chips and the juice. How much does it cost?"

"It's 10 pounds."

"Here you go, I need 10 pounds."

"Voilà, brother! Take your money."

Baffled, I stood speechless. Who is this brother he is talking to? I stood still attempting to fathom the situation. He clapped infront of my face to wake me up from the coma I was having. I took the money and left. 

Out of the blue, the Godly knowledge has dawned on me. It was because I looked like a guy in his mid 60s. Thankfully, no guy thought of catcalling me as I sucked on the juice bottle I had stabbed to drink from. I returned to my mother feeling sheer pride of my great discovery. My father and her kept cracked jokes while laughing at me :)

Hope you enjoyed!