I used to work overnight shifts as a night auditor at a hostel. I would see some weird stuff sometimes, and it often had to do with people coming back from a night out drunk and stumbling. Usually when someone's inebriated it starts and ends with making sure they can get back to their room safely.
One night, when I had #crochet #braids this guy came over to the front desk. He was talking to the security guards and I kept doing paperwork for the hostel on my side. He came closer to where I was standing and then he reached for me. Out of fucking no where he starts pulling on my hair and asking repeatedly if it's my hair or not. He was apparently on a coke high or some shit.
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67I hate people68well he thought I was pretty and that69t go over well with me to say the least. 70type71p72contents73type74text75contents76The woman I was working with even said after all of this was over that she noticed that for maybe 2-3 weeks before he did this that he would stare at me a lot when I got my crochet braids. That was my fourth summer working at that hostel and that was definitely77type78text79contents80 the moment where I knew I wouldn81m a mentally ill black woman in this society so good luck to me but at the very least I won't be returning to that building. "