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This happened less than 15 minutes ago. I went for a night walk (doomer mode) and wanted to buy something to eat. I got outside at like 12:30 a.m. or 1 a.m. I don't remember exactly. I walked from my neightborhood (not a good one, but still, not the most dangerous in my tiny forgotten town) to downtown where there are food stalls (like 4 in total, spread along the path). I spent 5000 COP = 1,6 USD in one arepa stuffed with chicken and 0,64 USD in one "chuzo de chinchurria", I bought them at two different places along the way. When I finished eating my chuzo I started walking back to my house with little change (0.16 USD) and the keys of my house, nothing else.
I had a first encounter with this guy in a motorcycle going in the other direction, I looked at him and he looked at me and I thought I knew him, so I nodded. He stopped and asked me: "Where are you going?", I realised I didn't know this guy. He looked shit-faced and his body was trembling, it was creepy and funny. I answered "I'm going to my house, bro", he asked again as if he couldn't hear. I repeated my answer, then he left. I kept on walking and laughing at myself, and making stupid faces and gestures.
As I get closer to my house I notice two dudes in a motorcycle going in the opposite direction to me, the first time I saw them we made eye contact (why would I do that?). One minute later they come again (I don't know how they did this or if I mistook them... darker ethnics look the same in the night and the lighting of the street was dim), only this time they caught me (from afar) laughing at myself and doing this gesture
(raising my left hand, tilting my head to the right side, and sticking out my tongue... PSL is getting to me). I thought to myself "Haha, this guys... I probably looked autistic as fuck." I didn't realise how suspicious it was seeing them again, and they also were staring at me while passing me.
Four blocks from my house the same two dudes suddently park to my side. For a fraction of a second I was like "This is it, this fuckers are going to rob me." But then the guy driving started asking me for a direction that I knew, and he did it quite calmly and matey. I relaxed a bit, enough to actually move and get near them... This goes to show how fucked up my street awareness is. Not one second passes between me opening my mouth and this guy in the passenger seat grabbing my shirt at my shoulder, ripping it.
I try to counter him and back up, but then he pulls out a kitchen knife and I stop moving, I even felt the knife's edge with my hand. I begin telling him "Hey, chill, chill, I don't have anything. Take what you want. I don't have anything [blah, blah, blah]" I guess I sounded kind of scared and taken back. He starts feeling my pockets and stuff, he requests for money and things I don't have, I assure him I don't have anything on me and tell him to search in all my pockets (I wanted to let him know I wasn't going to fight because I didn't want to get fucking stabbed for nothing). This guy is obviously disapointed and doesn't know what to do. For the last time he tells me to give him the money or else he stabs me. I remind him again that I got nothing on me. The guy in the motorcycle asks for my crocs (a gift my grandma gave me 3 years ago), fucking subhumans, I obviously gave them the crocs. They were old as fuck and damaged. They kept trying to intimidate me as they were leaving.
As soon as the guy with the knife took my crocs I inmediatly start walking calmly (I'm serious), barefoot, back to my house without looking at them. It was as if nothing had happened and I was very proud of myself because I didn't expect to be so calm (my emotions were stabilizing really fast even though at one point I really expected to get stabbed... I simulated the stab pain in my mind and all). I started laughting about this on my way home, I felt so non-neurotic and badass because they barely affected my mind (I felt like a cuck for being abused though). I'm very glad they did this to me. Now I know my mind is stronger than I thought. All the psychological suffering in my life has paid off, haha. Anyway, this is a pic of me after the fact (sorry for the stupid smile but it was a genuine one):
This is what I learned:
- If you're going out alone (for a walk, to buy food/groseries, w/e) by foot at night in a shithole like Colombia, you better dress as poor as you can.
- Have a serious/neutral expression at all times.
- Don't make eye contact with people, maintain a "minding my own business" aura about you.
I had a first encounter with this guy in a motorcycle going in the other direction, I looked at him and he looked at me and I thought I knew him, so I nodded. He stopped and asked me: "Where are you going?", I realised I didn't know this guy. He looked shit-faced and his body was trembling, it was creepy and funny. I answered "I'm going to my house, bro", he asked again as if he couldn't hear. I repeated my answer, then he left. I kept on walking and laughing at myself, and making stupid faces and gestures.
As I get closer to my house I notice two dudes in a motorcycle going in the opposite direction to me, the first time I saw them we made eye contact (why would I do that?). One minute later they come again (I don't know how they did this or if I mistook them... darker ethnics look the same in the night and the lighting of the street was dim), only this time they caught me (from afar) laughing at myself and doing this gesture
(raising my left hand, tilting my head to the right side, and sticking out my tongue... PSL is getting to me). I thought to myself "Haha, this guys... I probably looked autistic as fuck." I didn't realise how suspicious it was seeing them again, and they also were staring at me while passing me.Four blocks from my house the same two dudes suddently park to my side. For a fraction of a second I was like "This is it, this fuckers are going to rob me." But then the guy driving started asking me for a direction that I knew, and he did it quite calmly and matey. I relaxed a bit, enough to actually move and get near them... This goes to show how fucked up my street awareness is. Not one second passes between me opening my mouth and this guy in the passenger seat grabbing my shirt at my shoulder, ripping it.
I try to counter him and back up, but then he pulls out a kitchen knife and I stop moving, I even felt the knife's edge with my hand. I begin telling him "Hey, chill, chill, I don't have anything. Take what you want. I don't have anything [blah, blah, blah]" I guess I sounded kind of scared and taken back. He starts feeling my pockets and stuff, he requests for money and things I don't have, I assure him I don't have anything on me and tell him to search in all my pockets (I wanted to let him know I wasn't going to fight because I didn't want to get fucking stabbed for nothing). This guy is obviously disapointed and doesn't know what to do. For the last time he tells me to give him the money or else he stabs me. I remind him again that I got nothing on me. The guy in the motorcycle asks for my crocs (a gift my grandma gave me 3 years ago), fucking subhumans, I obviously gave them the crocs. They were old as fuck and damaged. They kept trying to intimidate me as they were leaving.
As soon as the guy with the knife took my crocs I inmediatly start walking calmly (I'm serious), barefoot, back to my house without looking at them. It was as if nothing had happened and I was very proud of myself because I didn't expect to be so calm (my emotions were stabilizing really fast even though at one point I really expected to get stabbed... I simulated the stab pain in my mind and all). I started laughting about this on my way home, I felt so non-neurotic and badass because they barely affected my mind (I felt like a cuck for being abused though). I'm very glad they did this to me. Now I know my mind is stronger than I thought. All the psychological suffering in my life has paid off, haha. Anyway, this is a pic of me after the fact (sorry for the stupid smile but it was a genuine one):
This is what I learned:
- If you're going out alone (for a walk, to buy food/groseries, w/e) by foot at night in a shithole like Colombia, you better dress as poor as you can.
- Have a serious/neutral expression at all times.
- Don't make eye contact with people, maintain a "minding my own business" aura about you.
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