Tonight as I walked home from a book club I found myself having to run away from a tweaker/schizo wildly screaming threats and slurs

He was headed straight towards me but I don’t believe he was locked in on me as a target. I don’t think he tried to chase me as I ran. 

This isn’t even the first time in the past week I’ve taken off running from someone on the street. Paranoid perhaps, but why chance it. I figure it’s better to be safe and just run. Get myself out of the area. 

But it was the scariest by far because I know if that guy made eye contact he would have almost certainly hurt me. The way he was screaming to himself was menacing. And Once you lock eyes with one of these men it’s over.

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I alternate between deep hopelessness and outraged indignation.

Depending on the moment I either want to lay down and die like a dog or get serious about self defense skills—weapons training, de-escalation training, all the whole thing. 

My blackpill is that this is just how life is like now if you aren’t rich, or  isolated. Like this is what it is. It’s not just Austin, although it’s extra bad here

I've work in the middle of downtown for the last three years, and as a result get into altercations on the reg. Deeply sympathetic to the plight.