Short but true story:
I was once in London, late at night. No, make that in the very early hours. Anyway, we're talking about midnight to 3:00am.
I wanted to see how the city was at that time. I wanted to meet the people, the homeless, the disaffected. Just see what went on. It's a very different place.
I was sat in Trafalgar Square on a bench talking to a very interesting young homeless man. He had a real knowledge of the city at night, and boy was he street smart! Anyway, two girls came along, I'm guessing late teens early twenties, and stood nearby. With a wink the guy I was with told me to "watch this" and went over to talk to them.
He politely said Hello and asked where they were staying. One of the girls screamed at him. Literally screamed and postured and threatened. He remained calm and polite, and every civil question and statement of his was returned with intense abuse and fury.
After a while he came back and told me he knew that was going to happen and I asked "how?"
He saw how frightened and vulnerable one of the girls appeared. She was uncomfortable being out in unfamiliar territory, and she thought the best way to look 'strong' and confident was to yell and scream and abuse. The opposite was clear though, she was out of her depth and had "clueless" tattooed on her forehead for all to see. Her overreactions were actually comical, yet she thought she was looking tough and competent.
I'll never forget that evening. That experience and others from the same night made a strong impression on me.
ARS, you are a young girl, lost and afraid and looking comical.
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