WeirdyMcGee
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Now... is it the city or just people in general?
I tend to just feel like people are rude on a regular basis to each other but maybe it's the fact that the city has so many people in it that the chances of running into someone who is rude to you is higher?
Last month, my sister (who was 8 months pregnant at the time) had countless experiences down the street from where she lives that made her decide not to leave the house anymore.
She needs more exercise, though-- so that she can have enough stamina to do a home-birth (within a week from now)
She likes popcorn, so one day she went to Kernels (a store that sells all different flavours of popped corn) and in she came from the hot and blindingly sunny street, wearing her sunglasses- to make her order.
The man at the counter asked; "Do those glasses make you feel superior to me?"
To which; she didn't know how to respond because it was just a ridiculous accusation. "...uh... no?"
He went on a rant for 10 minutes about how she must feel like she's better than him just because she's pregnant.
Now... sure, he could have been having a bad day but to take it out on a VERY pregnant, emotional, petite woman who was all alone was just inexcusable.
Finally-- he asked what she wanted and by then, she was already in tears so she left and went home.
One the way home (which is only 1 city block away) she was crossing the street at the lights-- at the proper time; and a car started honking at her. It startled her and she tried to walk faster but being that gigantic and pregnant; it's kind of extremely hard to do so, especially when she baby is making you uncomfortable and kicking at your insides.
She finished crossing the street and the lights didn't change for another 2 minutes, so that car was just WAITING there after honking at her and scaring her.
She took a seat on the bench and an older man came and sat next to her to ask if she had any change.
She said no and he continued to ask for 'something- anything!' until she had the strength to get up and continue on her way.
...I feel like she just had my luck for a day because those are the things that constantly happen to me-- a series of unfortunate events, every time I manage to leave the house and I live in a small town.
In the city, it's just magnified 1million times.
So... for a day, she knew a bit of what it was like to be in my head and now I feel terrible that she had to go through it-- especially being pregnant.
I suppose she was just more emotional at the time and having a bad day and I'm sure she'll get back into the habit of leaving home more often a few months after the baby is born.
She's never been like me (agoraphobic) and I can't see her starting to be, either. She loves the city too much to suddenly become an introverted hermit.
-- any city stories about encounters with great people? With mean people?
Any pregnancy stories about being in public places?
I tend to just feel like people are rude on a regular basis to each other but maybe it's the fact that the city has so many people in it that the chances of running into someone who is rude to you is higher?
Last month, my sister (who was 8 months pregnant at the time) had countless experiences down the street from where she lives that made her decide not to leave the house anymore.
She needs more exercise, though-- so that she can have enough stamina to do a home-birth (within a week from now)
She likes popcorn, so one day she went to Kernels (a store that sells all different flavours of popped corn) and in she came from the hot and blindingly sunny street, wearing her sunglasses- to make her order.
The man at the counter asked; "Do those glasses make you feel superior to me?"
To which; she didn't know how to respond because it was just a ridiculous accusation. "...uh... no?"
He went on a rant for 10 minutes about how she must feel like she's better than him just because she's pregnant.
Now... sure, he could have been having a bad day but to take it out on a VERY pregnant, emotional, petite woman who was all alone was just inexcusable.
Finally-- he asked what she wanted and by then, she was already in tears so she left and went home.
One the way home (which is only 1 city block away) she was crossing the street at the lights-- at the proper time; and a car started honking at her. It startled her and she tried to walk faster but being that gigantic and pregnant; it's kind of extremely hard to do so, especially when she baby is making you uncomfortable and kicking at your insides.
She finished crossing the street and the lights didn't change for another 2 minutes, so that car was just WAITING there after honking at her and scaring her.
She took a seat on the bench and an older man came and sat next to her to ask if she had any change.
She said no and he continued to ask for 'something- anything!' until she had the strength to get up and continue on her way.
...I feel like she just had my luck for a day because those are the things that constantly happen to me-- a series of unfortunate events, every time I manage to leave the house and I live in a small town.
In the city, it's just magnified 1million times.
So... for a day, she knew a bit of what it was like to be in my head and now I feel terrible that she had to go through it-- especially being pregnant.
I suppose she was just more emotional at the time and having a bad day and I'm sure she'll get back into the habit of leaving home more often a few months after the baby is born.
She's never been like me (agoraphobic) and I can't see her starting to be, either. She loves the city too much to suddenly become an introverted hermit.
-- any city stories about encounters with great people? With mean people?
Any pregnancy stories about being in public places?