I would rather walk…

She is the type of woman who sweeps over you from the feet up, criticising everything from your shoes to your handbag. She makes your daughter uncomfortable with her relentless grilling, and you feel exhausted by her relentless whining. You are never asked about yourself; how you are and what is happening in your world. You aren’t asked because it doesn’t matter to her. On a gorgeous morning, there you are, minding your business at the bus stop, when she comes along, insisting on sitting near you the whole journey. By the end, you have lost all your energy, and feel discombobulated. Its probably not a good portent, when you spot a person and inwardly groan.

The other day, I was waiting for a bus home after seeing my doctor. My spine was excruciating; lifting my arm had encouraged metal shards in my spinal canal  to give a sensation like being stabbed between my shoulder blades. It had taken five different medications to get a few hours sleep the night before. I just wanted to sit in silence, and get home.

Suddenly, she appeared, like a vulture. She immediately noticed that I had cut my hair. “What happened to you!” she demanded, pointing at my head. “I felt like a change,” I replied sharply. “Why would you do that? Why?” she hollered. And in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 the critique was coming. Bugger this! In desperation, I hopped on a bus that would take me several blocks from my place, rather than right outside my home. It was worth the extra walk, to get away from her. I am starting to understand that I have rights too. A right to peace of mind, quiet, and to be respected. I dont have to be polite and sit there and take such nonsense. All my energy has to be shared with my daughter and I will be damned if I will allow the likes of her to syphon it away with dribble. Not anymore. The look on her face when I suddenly hopped away and onto the bus was priceless.

When you wake up from a fitful sleep, you tend to have around half of the vigour needed to get through a busy day. If you subject yourself to miserable people, the tank gets drained further. Dont do it! Move or walk away from anyone who pulls this toxic stunt!

 

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  1. It’s a shame that you needed to go out of your way by catching another bus. That’s not a winning situation for you.
    It is totally acceptable to say to an uninvited instrusive person that you aren’t in the mood for a conversation and would like to be left alone please. If the person persists, they are the ones being rude, not you, and then you have every right to demand, “Please do not talk to me. Please leave me alone. Please go somewhere else. etc.” Simple statements. “I don’t wish to have a conversation.”

    Sometimes having some headphones in your pocket are good props as you can stick them in your ears, turn away and ignore the person, pretending that you are listening to something more important. I used that tactic in a hospital waiting room once (another place where it isn’t easy to just pick up and leave otherwise the appointment gets missed).

    Crowded busses are difficult if the number of seats are limited. It makes it hard to get away. I can see that catching the other bus was the right solution for you at the time. What an awful, stressful, draining experience. Hugs!

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