I like to make fun of my boyfriend for jumping out of his seat in the movies (action, thriller and especially horror). Today I had a taste of my own medicine. I was with my friend in line at Wal-Mart buying posters (him) and ginger ale (me) when this girl came very close to me loudly sing/yelling. I jumped about a foot in the air. My friend bought our stuff while I went outside out of embarrassment. The thing is I don’t think anybody else (other than my friend who asked if I was okay) even noticed. The thing is I hate being startled. Most of the time it makes me cry. It takes me back to very unpleasant places. Like the (first) time I was taken advantage of by a man. Or any of the hospital visits where there is constant noise, screaming and crying. I suspect the girl I saw today was either mentally handicapped, mentally ill, or on drugs. Or maybe she was just really happy and off balance. For me my reaction was more than embarrassment. It’s being dragged to places I never want to go again. And for someone who is bipolar the unfortunate thing is that its always a possibility.
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