So its taken me a total year to finally experience these crazy ass New Yorkers. Ive seen bums act wild on the trains.. Yelling stuff out that makes no sense, talking to themselves frantically. At first I thought that they were working on their monologues before I was reminded that people are just fuckin crazy. I just don’t get what makes people do the things they do sometimes.
So I’m listening to music while stepping off the D train at the 145th stop. As I step off the cart, onto the platform, I was greeted with a fully extended middle finger four inches from my face. At first my reaction was laughter because obviously this delirious man was directing his silent profanity towards someone behind me. I smirked into his disgruntled middle aged face and looked around for his true target as I went to step up the stairs.
It must have been about 5 steps up when my bewildered thoughts forced me to pause to think further if that stranger may have been talking to me. I had my right had on the germ infested railing and my left hand holding my left ear bud as I was shoved in the back by what I thought was a frantic New Yorker late for something. As I turned around, I was welcomed with another shove, this time accompanied with a subtle “move” said along with it. To my surprise, it was the same individual who I had just been pondering on if he was actually talking to me.
Mind you, this guy, in my perspective, was sober. He was between the ages of 45-60, salt and pepper hair, moderately clean attire, and he was wearing a back pack. He did not smell of any alcohol or drugs, which isn’t saying much because the hard drugs don’t really have a smell. To my defense, I did not have time to think about this guys mental state before I reacted. His mental state is the last thing I was thinking about as he has now disrespected me twice…in public…infront of strangers…some of which were hot chicks.
Once I noticed it was the same guy my level of pissedness raised to the highest level of pissitivity. I put my right hand around his neck and threw him down the stairs. I watched him fall, then continued to walk up the steps. Once I got to the top of the stairs the guy ran in front of me and put his hands in my face yet again! This time it was just all 4 fingers, in what to me looked like a foreign middle finger type of hand gesture. I was filled with rage at this point. Honestly I don’t know why, I’m ashamed to even say I let some guy whose name I don’t even know mess with my feelings like this. I then said to him “Are you trying to get fucked up” and he responded by slurring, “fuck you.” As soon as I heard that I wound up my right fist to knock him the fuck out. Simultaneously a stranger grabbed me from behind while yelling in my ear “Its not worth it bro, your going to get arrested over some drunk guy, and plus there is a police station right behind you.”
In retrospect I guess I’m glad that stranger grabbed me because there actually was a police station in the middle of this train station. Like how did it get there and how long had it actually been there. As I let this stranger calm me down the random guy stumbles off outside the station, not to be seen again. I’m still disappointed that I allowed a stranger to ruin my day, but if I could go back, I would have just jabbed him in the face right after that push on the stairs. Sorry but I’m not sorry. Good day lol.