yell at a stranger

i’m so going to do this, this weekend. With my friend, of course, it would be hilarious! Sounds like something i would do, can’t believe i haven’t yet…......oh well i will, in a few days! :) or maybe i will sooner :)

so fun! xD

I like to yell random things at passer’s by. Not mean things, unless they somehow earn it. But usually I don’t flick off or curse out people who deserve such things, but smile and wave and confuse them.

‘Twas a dispute about traffic laws. I’m afraid it was just yards from an LDS Institute (seminary) and that young impressionable things were listening. I do believe I expanded their vocabulary.

“Which part of ‘yield to pedestrians’ do you not ^x%x*%@# understand?” would be the only barely printable part of the “discussion”.

I guess it’s more like cat-calling but equally hilarious.

Yeah, yelling at strangers, when they do something obviously wrong, is a great experience. Better yet is when others too have been bothered by the stranger, yet haven’t had the courage to do something about it.

I’ve pointed things out to strangers, but only nicely. I’ve yelled at someone once, but that was a long time ago.

I’m also a bit too self-concious. There have been times I could have yelled, but then I started thinking too much about everyone around me, and kept quiet instead. I shouldn’t think, just start yelling. But then the situation would also have to justify it. Too bad such situations don’t present themself too often.

I love buses.

there’s something very soothing about the fact that I can be alone and still surrounded by people.
If I had a car I’d probably suffer from depression.

But for some reason lately there has always been some asshole trying to ruin my trip

A bus driver stepped on my foot.
A passenger lost his balance and used my head as a rail.
Through neither of these incidents did I recieve even a simple sorry

I just want to yell at them “No I am not substance under your shoe! So don’t walk on me!”
but I don’t.

i just yelled this nice spanish bad word at a show off “COÑO” nothing personal but it made me feel great and set me off laughing like crazy

I yelled out of a moving car… it counts. I think they heard me.

He asked for money, I kept walking, and just as I passed, he muttered “disgusting.”

My bike had been stolen the day before. I was in a bad mood.

So I turned around and started yelling at him, told him he didn’t know s- about me, told him I buy meals for homeless people all the time (true), that I lived in a mud hut for two years while in the Peace Corps (true), told him I hadn’t had a paying job in 4.5 years because I volunteer all the time (true), and told him to f- off. He yelled at me a bit, and actually kind of charged me. I was too pissed to be self-preserving and charged right back (he was like twice my size). He then looked at me like I was nuts, and told me that he was talking to himself and about himself, and that he meant he was disgusting for begging. I just turned and stormed off, into my school building, where I then sat down at a table and cried because I was angry, scared, and felt like a total ass for yelling at a homeless man.

I do not like living in New York. It does bad things to your head.