Plugged In

It really sucks when you miss someone so much that your heart aches and you want to do nothing but curl up in a ball and ride it out. No one really understands until they experience it themselves. Even if they have experienced it in the past, they certainly don’t remember how raw and vulnerable it felt in the moment because time had healed their wounds, and the pain was long forgotten. What is it about the night that makes one feel so much more emotional and reminiscent?

So a few months ago, I was walking out of the EAP office near the classroom units when an Asian guy in a red flannel, cowboy hat and leather boots approached me and asked me for my name and number. I couldn’t help but feel super creeped out. He kept staring at me and wouldn’t respond to my questions, like “uhh… do I know you?” or “why?”, so I remember running away from him.

To read about the same guy in the email from campus is beyond creepy. I recognize his face and feel kind of unsafe studying here. I wonder what their exact motives are, can they not get the hint and understand that they’re being intrusive and rejected?