The Story Of Why My Post Is Late Today

Are You Afraid of the Dark
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Sorry for the late post today dearies. I wish I had a really good story about why this post is late, like I was taming lions or learning how to freeze time, but if anything the story is lame and embarrassing, which means, of course, I’m going to share it with you.

Last night, I had dinner with my darling and ever so spectacular friend Mary. And at this lovely dinner Mary told me a story. She told me a story about a girl who doesn’t live all that far away from me in Austin who was murdered on New Year’s Eve in her home. The story was very sad and very scary especially since it seemed the girl has taken every precaution to be safe that night. And they have no idea who could have done it and they think the same person who murdered her also attacked another woman that night. Also, the girl who was murdered was my age and lived alone. I’m my age and live alone too, so the story hit a little close to home. Later, after I dropped Mary off and was returning to my home- alone- I felt a little creeped out, so I grabbed my purse out of my car and practically ran up the three flights of stairs to get to my apartment. Once there, I locked the doors, checked that I locked the doors about 5 times, and then pulled out my trusty baseball bat, just in case. Then, I got ready for bed and was mentally writing my blog post for today when I realized that in my haste to lock myself in my apartment, I had left my laptop in the trunk of my car. I was faced with a dilemma, dear readers, I could either face the scary murderer I was sure was lurking around my gated apartment community and retrieve my laptop, or I could stay safely locked in my apartment with my baseball bat close by and write a blog later.

So, I guess you know which I chose. My overactive imagination (or, you know, paranoia) got the better of me. Please don’t think the worse of me for it. I mean, if I had gotten murdered I wouldn’t be able to blog again ever, so really, I was thinking of you.

28 thoughts on “The Story Of Why My Post Is Late Today

  1. It can be a scary world. Sometimes I’m accused of being a risk taker, but I refuse to live my life too afraid to live it. Then again, I live in the Great White North, not a big city, where my chances of dying in a car crash after hitting a moose are probably higher than being mugged or worse.

    That said, I think you did the right thing. If you were scared to go back out for your laptop, I see no reason why you should have, it’s not like blog readers would die if you didn’t post at the same time as always.

  2. stevesw says:

    So, when I eventually move to Austin I should not knock on your door late at night to tell you that you have left your car lights on? Unless I would enjoy an impromptu game of baseball, and you’re at bat πŸ˜‰

  3. I’m glad you took the safe route! Did Mary tell the story with a Canadian accent like the kids on “Are You Afraid of the Dark?”? Because that would have scared me, too.

    (I love you, Canada!)

  4. I’m glad you aren’t dead. I’m also glad dinosaurs didn’t kill you. I lived in the “hood” for 5 years and had my car stolen 3 times. I walked around with keys between my fingers ( for jabbing eyes out) and rock in my purse (to make it hurt more when I smaked them in the head). I never had to use it. Walk like you mean business and the bad guys will think of you as too much work….or scarier than a dinosaur, either was you are golden. OR never leave the house again…and blog about it, become rich and write a screenplay. I will star in it has the crazy neighbour next door to tells the story to the police…

    1. Hmm, I can’t decide which idea I like better. The first has me leaving the house and, you know, living. The second has me rich and famous. Hmmmm. Dilemma. (Also, I totally use the keys between the fingers trick). πŸ˜‰

  5. I STILL won’t turn the bathroom light out before I’m almost all the way out of the room. Some kid told me the whole Bell Witch thing when I was in third grade. I’ve been scared s@#tless while peeing for YEARS now 😦

  6. Glad you survived to post again! When I lived in an apartment, I came home late one night, shut the door, and went to bed, only, it DIDN’T latch. The next morning I realized that it was slightly ajar ALL night. I was totally paralyzed on the couch all day thinking about how I COULD HAVE been murdered. Very disturbing!

  7. What’s that saying?…. You’re not paranoid if they really *are* out to get you?

    It’s a dangerous world. Always has been. Always will be. The only question is how you respond to that threat. By being aware and not sleepwalking through life you’re way ahead of a lot of people, GotC. Lots of folks convince themselves that they are “safe” once they get inside the gated complex.

    They aren’t.

    It’s not a matter of being in a constant state of fear, though. You shouldn’t have to huddle behind locked doors afraid to go out at night. It’s a matter of being proactive and taking responsibilty for your own safety. Because the responsibility *is* utimately yours. Modern people often try to delegate that responsibilty to someone else… security guards, policemen, etc. That’s a strategy destined for failure, and you’re the one that will pay the price. I love the men and women who put their lives on the line for us as Police… but most of them will tell you, if you ask, that they can not keep you safe.

    What you can do:

    1. Situational Awareness. Be aware of your surroundings and the people in it. See possible threats while you still have time to react and avoid them. An excellent example of this in the situation you described would be parking and walking to your apt. Park in a lit area, don’t talk on the cell phone while you’re walking from the car to your unit, and take a look around while you’re walking. Same strategy applies whenever you’re out and about. It amazes me how many people are so caught up in their own little world that they more often than not will walk right into trouble. More than anything else, simply paying attention can save your life.

    2. Carry a flashlight at night. Doesn’t have to be a big honking D cell maglight or anything. Coleman (the camping gear company) makes some small hand lights that throw about 95 lumens of light (that’s more than most larger flashlights). They are inexpensive and light weight and fit easily in your purse. Walmart usually carries them – or something similar. In addition to lighting your way, they are bright enough to temporarily blind a potential attacker long enough for you to run away… and should things go badly you can jab the business end into someone’s face. It’ll hurt a lot more than trying to slap or scratch someone.

    3. What I’m going to say next can be controversial, depending upon who reads it. I’m not trying to be.

    Be capable of defending yourself.

    Doesn’t have to be a gun, though since we live in a state where it’s legal to carry a concealed weapon with a CHL I encourage it. Its not enough to buy a gun and keep it in the closet. Its not even enough to go through the process and get a concealed handgun license. Having a means of lethal force at your disposal comes with the responibility to learn how to use it effectively and safely. Should you ever have an interest in this area, or just have questions, I will most happily be at your service.

    Other options:

    Lots of people recommend taking some sore of Martial Arts class. I think that’s wonderful. It can build confidence and help you out if all else fails, but for women in particular it won’t take the place of a weapon. Regardless of what people will tell you, a couple of classess in hand-to-hand fighting at the community college won’t prepare you for fighting off a grown man. At least not to the point that I would rely on it at any rate. I’m 47 years old. I’m slow. I’m 5’8″ tall and I’m built like a tank. On the other hand, I can take a punch and I’ve got a right like a jackhammer. Want to put cash on which one of us would win in a fight?…. Even armed with your trusty bat?

    Pepper spray is an option, though inferior to a firearm. To be used accurately the target has to be very close. Even then, something as simple as the wind can turn defensive pepper spray use into a disaster where you actually spray yourself.

    Don’t bother with stun guns. Aside from the loud crackling from the discharge (which *can* be a deterent), stunning someone requires that you actually touch them. That’s too close for comfort. Also, the clothing of the attacker can sometimes render the stungun useless.

    Sorry to go on so long (without even a good evil clown story!), but this is kind of my “thing”.

    1. Thanks for your thoughtful reply! (Although, I did miss the presence of an evil clown story πŸ˜‰ )

      I totally agree with your point about situational awareness- I think that is one of the most important aspects of keeping yourself safe. As for a flashlight, I have one ready and waiting right by my bed, so I’m with you on that. I’m not very comfortable with guns though. I have learned to shoot and safely use just about every gun you could possibly think of (My Uncle has quite the collection) and while I’m very glad that I know how to use them safely, I still feel very uncomfortable with them. At the same time, I’m glad that if I should ever feel the need to own one, I can make that happen.

      I do know some basic martial arts and have some pepper spray (although your point about that quickly turning into a disaster is well made) and of course I have my trusty bat. Mostly, I just think always letting someone know where you are, or where you’re heading is a good idea and I’m very pro buddy-system. Usually, if I’m out and alone (which isn’t often) I pull out my cell phone and talk to my Mom or a friend until I get back to my apartment or wherever it is I’m heading. Not sure how much of a deterrent that is,but it certainly makes me feel safer.

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