I don't Wanna live in Sanford Anymore!

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And believe it or not, it has little to do with fear. Hell, I didn't have ANY FEAR at all until merely an hour ago! No, it has to do with purely spiting my mother!

You see, about an hour ago, she agreed to take me shopping for some groceries at a local supermarket, which was all well and good. But when we drove back to my apartment, she brought up the subject of my late night treks to the 7-11 and Cumberland Farms. I told her that I don't plan on doing them at all once summer rolls around, because of the increase of thugs and gangs that hang out after sunset. Well, she just HAD to open her damn mouth and say something to me that I still haven't shaken off yet!

"Well, regardless of what season it is, you never know if you're gonna get bashed in the back of the head with a beer bottle or blackjack during one of your after hours walks"...

*boils with rage*... DAMN HER!! ! She doesn't know that I KNOW that looking weak is always gonna make you a target, so I've ALWAYS made sure to walk with confidence so as not to set myself up as 'easy pickings' to any hoodlums!

But now, no thanks to her comment, I'm too F***ING PARANOID to walk anywhere now! But as I stated earlier, this isn't about fear...it's about asking the landlord if I can move out, just to get back at my mom. Now rationally, that probably won't be possible until another few months, but I don't care; the sooner I get back to my original home, the better!

Of course...there's always another way to combat this...

*nods* I know what I'll do...for the entire month of June, I'll DELIBERATELY walk every night to one of those 2 convenience stores at around 2 am; or at least, engage in a 20 minute walk around my development, just to thumb my nose at my mom for installing the fear in me!

Risk nothing, you lose nothing....that's a craven way to live. If you could even call that living; I for one, cannot!

Please do not act foolishly and immature...that is no way to get back on your mother. All it takes is just one late night episode
at 2AM for you to end up brutally beaten, raped or murdered. I worked in an Emergency Room and saw what can happen to you people like yourself.

Act responsible. Acknowledge to your mother that you recognize the danger in walking late at night and that you appreciate her caring concern. That shows maturity.

Move to a safer neighborhood, if that is possible, too.

Best of luck to you!

Sanford, huh? That´s a nice area to live in?

If I just read the name, it makes me think of a nice development, or some quiet town. I don´t know where it is, but surley it must be in the USA? Or maybe the UK?

Perhaps I could have serched wikipedia or google before replying to this thread? Yes, in retrospect that might have been smart.

But who has the time and energy for endless serches, when all you wanna do is to write something on a message board...

Um...lemme tell you a frightening statistic about Sanford, Maine, USA.

Around 10 or so years ago, it had the highest rate of teen pregnancy (per capita) in the United States.

Not Maine...THE ENTIRE UNITED STATES!

Thus leading to a classic Christmas joke in these parts:

"Why can't you put on a Christmas play in Sanford?"

'Because it's impossible to find 3 wise men and a virgin.'

One bad day and you already want out?
You don't even live with them anymore. If they piss you off so much, don't return their calls. It's easy to ignore them when they don't live there.
This whole agenda of "spiting" people that make you angry is only going to get you in worse trouble.

Maybe so, but that's just the way I am: I'm an extremely bitter, spiteful person. And don't worry too much about my safety; I've been through several near-death experiences in the past, including sepsis shock and a perforated small intestine. And since I felt little to no fear at all about dying, that must mean that I hold my life in very little regard.

If I was to die tomorrow, my soul would probably say 'good riddance to bad rubbish! He wasn't doing anything constructive with his life.' So you know what I say to all of your concerns about my well-being? I say f**k fear...I have *nothing* to fear.

And don't worry, I will stay in Skankford for as long as my year lease runs...I just need the occasional overnight stay at home to combat the loneliness.

I'll be back with more as time goes by.

Usagi1992

Gosh, I've been in such a blue funk for he last 48 hours...nothing seems real...I sleep a lot longer then I used to...and I don't see much for me in the future.

But recently, I did come to the realization that I never know when I'm gonna get jumped by someone shady...so you know how I prepared myself for that?
I know that this will probably get me labeled as a drama llama, but here goes:

I went out to the back of my building late last night, bringing an empty Stuart's glass bottle with me, and acted out the scene from "Clockwork Orange" where Dim bushwhacked Alex with a milk bottle across the face. Well, obviously I didn't wanna scratch up my face, so I went with trying to break my bottle over the back of my head, as was Mom's original fear. Well, the bottle didn't break at all, even after 2 attempts, but it did leave me with a splitting headache for like 6 hours.

I guess the point of doing that was to get that fear out of the way, as well as to discourage me from any future late night walks, if the urge hits again. Because if it hurt like HELL when I did it, imagine if it was someone stronger then me, trying to bum me for a roll.