Oops (QotD)

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A while back, I observed that

“… in moments when your guard is down, you might let slip some hint of it … say something, do something that betrays to the observant that there is something amiss about you in some way … but you never, ever betray yourself sufficiently to give away more than that; you can talk about all kinds of things, tell all kinds of tales but there are some things you keep to yourself come Hell or high water — things you wouldn’t even tell a stranger on a bus … or a contemporary in a high-security facility for the criminally insane … things that make you flinch when you look in the mirror.”

— Me, here

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So, when I said in conversation today “‎The kind of people you don’t need a knife to mug on the street, just a hard stare” …

Ummmm … ahhhhhhh … “oops”?

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Hahahahaha!

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Nah, it’s okay … I’ve never mugged anyone, I’ve just got a bit of a hard stare ¹.

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¹ I’m pretty good at making people feel anxious-to-shitting-themselves-in-terror on public transport too and can play the ‘serial killing psychopath’ really quite well — I’ve found myself the only one in the carriage on a number of occasions including the one on which people preferred to sit in the carriage swimming in vomit than in the one I was in ².

² The tube would pull into the station … people would smell the stink from the open doors … come to my carriage … look around it … look at me … and go back to the carriage with a vomit wave machine for some reason … or the next carriage on in the other direction ³.

³ It might’ve been the way I glared at them every time they came anywhere near the carriage … I don’t know, I was wearing shades — I didn’t actually say “Fuck off, this carriage is taken” (not out loud)… I just thought it at people (very hard 😉).

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