Sunday, October 25, 2009

Fighter

Painting number 83. It's been a year today since I was mugged. It's not the same date but the last Sunday in October. The weather felt the same today and I was accidentally wearing the same outfit which isn't that odd for this time of year given most Sundays I can be found in Chucks and my favorite green hoodie. It's interesting how that one day changed the way I feel about my own personal security, strength, and how it pretty much erased the daily walk from my life. He's in prison now for 5 years at age 17. There are days when that doesn't sit well with me, the idea of a 17 year old kid in prison for that long. I can't really explain that feeling though.

On a lighter note this cheesy video made me laugh out loud tonight.

This song has been stuck in my head for weeks because of the show Glee. I'm loving that show so much right now. I think it might be one of my new favorite songs. Today, Ben told me about a cover of the song by Pomplamoose which is really good. Ironic.

5 comments:

theroofcat said...
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theroofcat said...

I am sorry about your experience...I hope one day you can go back to enjoy your walks again... otherwise you will remain in prison like your attacker. I know it seems like a severe sentence, but he made some bad choices, which had nothing to do with you. You should not blame yourself for it. Maybe you should try a self defense course, that would help you to feel more confident when walking on your own.

Erin said...

I live the second video. I liked the firstbonr too but I saw it around the same time you saw the lion video.

Kimmie said...

These days I think a lot about events that changed who I am and how I think about life...

Dan Majesky said...

I was mugged and assaulted on a late-September, Sunday afternoon in 2001 in a restroom at a very busy rest stop on I-71 by 4 meth addicts from Kentucky. No one did anything to stop it. They were caught and went to prison, which didn't do much to make me feel better.

I stopped leaving the house, and, when I did, I definitely didn't use the bathroom. It took a long time to get over. I'm fully functional now, though I hesitate to go to rest areas by myself anymore.

They can take your money and your stuff, and they can certainly take your dignity, but don't let them have your life. What I'm saying is: Take a walk. Even if you feel uncomfortable by yourself, there are probably plenty of people who'd be happy to go with you. Lacking that, a large dog helps.

Be well.