Okay everything past the Cat Cafe today has been incredibly…weird, and not in a particularly nice way
On the train home there were all these – I don’t know if there’s really a word for them – all these middle-aged male football fans who get completely pissed on match day and go around starting fights and catcalling women. There’s definitely a word for them but I’m tired, I’ve forgotten it. Anyway, when me and my friends got on the train they all started yelling ‘AYYY! WOMEN ARE HERE!”, that sort of thing, generally being intimidating in that sort of way, so we switched carriages. Got back to Leicester, parted ways with my friends and started walking to the bus station alone (I do that a lot) and then two dudes kinda stumbled out into the road in front of me fighting and yelling
Then a third dude approaches and basically tells me “don’t go that way, there’s too many men fighting and being pricks” so I thank him and go the other way
Annnnd finally
when I get off my bus in the village and walk to my street there’s this very young girl right ahead of me and something….wasn’t right there. She was wearing an extremely short dress that looked like something an adult would wear to a nightclub, not what a kid would wear out on a cold day. (And, as usual, it was a very cold day). Plus it was like 8 o’clock in the evening, and even though it was still light out you really don’t see kids that age out on the streets alone at that time, they’re at least usually with friends.
There was just… you know when you look at someone and you know something’s off? It was that. When I went past her I asked her “Are you alright?” and she didn’t seem surprised that someone had asked her that. “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” “Are you going to your house?” “Yeah.” So I went on ahead to my house, and got my boyfriend, cos he’d lived in the village all his life and might recognize her as someone’s daughter or something, but he didn’t, and we sort of subtly watched her wander down the street while pretending to play with a cat. She wasn’t going anywhere fast which was also kinda weird. She even sort of stopped outside our house for a few seconds, so we went up to her and asked the same questions again (are you okay, do you want someone to walk you home) and it was the same yeses and nos. You obviously can’t just follow a little kid home, so we watched her walk down the street and went back inside….
………I don’t know if I was just being paranoid because of the earlier stuff, but man. That was such an unsettling experience. :(