That Time When I Escaped A Pervert

For a young-looking girl without a companion walking down a busy street of Hong Kong can be dangerous. Anywhere could be dangerous, actually. And I'm sure anyone must have experienced this some point in their lives.

Become a target of a pervert, I mean.

Well, don't think Hong Kong is just a city of fun and excitement because it's not. Especially when you live in the "poorer" districts. Not that North Point is actually poor, but it is considered a poorer area to live in.

So this is what happened to me:

I was on my way home from work and was walking down a street. There were many other people around. I was listening to music through my earphones and was walking normally. Then I happened to have made eye contact with an old man walking up from the opposite direction. He caught me looking at him. So I quickly looked away, because that's what you're supposed to do. But I noticed he was walking a little uneven. But I wasn't really wary of anything. Well... I was. Actually. Because when I looked at him again to see if he was looking at me, he was.

He continued to stare at me as he walked closer to my direction, so I suddenly became very cautious. As he walked near me, he suddenly very intentionally and very quickly leaned to me. Literally.

Thank god for my many years of observing international news, my love for dramas and movies, and my interest in knowing about all the shit that goes on in this world, I think my self-defense alertness is pretty sharp.

So I flash-dodged this ojisan! And ended up just very lightly brushed against his shoe, before he continued walking like nothing just happened!

At that point my heart, which was beating normally a split second ago, was trying to fly through my chest because I was so surprised! Even though I was kind of expecting something like that to happen, I didn't know it was actually going to happen! And I was surprised I was able to dodge from this thing that just happened for like, not even a second!

I stood there for a second while looking back at him. My mind was just going What the f**k just happened?! What the heck! over and over again, because that's actually my normal reaction to most things that happens, lol. Anyway, after I just continued to walk home. I even went shopping for some things along the way!

This incident didn't affect me or anything, since in my 21 years of life, I've actually seen a lot of shit. But I've only seen. Not that any of it involved me, though. That was why when this happened, my feelings were instead of Oh my god what just happened that was dangerous I'm too scared to go out now because it's gonna happen again and next time it will be worse, I'm more like, Wow these things actually happens in my boring life, can more of these happen so I know I actually have a life before a die??. Not that I actually want more of these to happen. Heck no. But this thing has become more of a LOLing thing to me than anything to be PTSD about.

I know normal people would want to ask, Why didn't I avoid away before he even had the chance to get close to me?

Well, let me tell you. I'm a person who love and respects diversity. I hate discrimination. So in my nature, I wouldn't want to judge and make assumptions on a person who I don't know by basing on their appearance. To me, I have already seen many weird old dudes walking past while I go about my whereabouts every now and then. So it's not really a big deal. Heck, I've even seen an old long-haired, unshaven dude, looking like he hadn't washed for months, walk past, shirtless and with his jeans buttons hanging open where you can nearly see his thingy. I have actually seen that same dude, dressing still the same, quite a few times around the same area. And no one said anything. You know why? They learned to mind their own business because they judged him. I know when something bad is this obvious the answer is all there, but sometimes you just have to think, you know, he has his own story too.

What I'm trying to say is that the reason why I didn't try to avoid the hentai ojisan before he got to me in the first place was because I didn't want him to think I judged him and thought he was dangerous and that I should very apparently walk away from him like he's some outcast. Like, you don't know that person, they could be going through or have gone through shit like bullying, depression, and mentally feeling abandoned and whatnot. And you just very obviously avoid them like they are some dangerous animal. I mean, that person could think Wait, I'm not trying to hurt you. This is just how I'm like. You're mistaken. But then they see the other person's face of disgust as they flee away. That feeling is sad, you know. And I'm just not one of those many people who does that to other people!

Although I should have learned by now not to care about others' feelings, because, ugh, no one cares about yours. But I'm a human too!