The Universe decided to top a day where I felt so ill I left work early and kept checking my phone for any sort of news about my mum with a little bit of sexual harassment on the train home.
I don’t like any sort of human contact really, unless from people I know really, really well. I get freaked out when work colleagues-who I like!-touch my arm or something in a friendly way. I don’t want to but I do.
So it’s not like anyone likes sexual harassment or having their ass groped, but you can appreciate why it made me want to cry and text my boyfriend to abandon dinner and meet me at the station.
I felt a bit better after a bath and a huge glug of cheapo Baileys, but at the time I wanted to do my old familiar thing of tearing my skin off.
I am a feminist, in the sense that I want equality for women, in the same way I want equality for everyone, including men etc etc , but I really can’t be bothered to go on a tirade about it, just please don’t sexually harass me people.
Today was a No Spend Day, so I am up to 3 now in March, which isn’t great compared to February but I have had other fish to fry this month and it was the boy’s birthday, and I could still get another 10 under my belt. We shall see.
I am watching WWE Raw, the boy made dinner, life is ok.