Random Chaos

You know, something just…stupid…happened today.  After running groceries, I had to bus back home.  Normal enough.  I’m on the bus with mu bags on one seat, me on another seat and—

This…this dick…doesn’t pay attention to where he is and sits down right on my hipbone.

First off: OW THAT HURT DUDE WHAT THE FUCK.

Second off: about as soon as that contact was made, flashes.  Nothing visual, just the sensation of hands (and other anatomy) being where it shouldn’t be.  I tense up.  And then—

“Hey, move yo’ big-ass hips outta the way!”

THAT snapped me back to the present.  “Excuse me?!”

“You takin’ up all the space.  Move yo’ big-ass hips!”

I proceeded to give this guy an explanation as to why he was such a DICK.  Then I got off that bus.  Three remaining blocks be damned.

Once I’d gotten home, I noticed I had two things: a headache, and the return of the nerves that contact had given me.  The former was probably caused by the latter.

I’d almost convinced myself that it was all in my head, but to have these reactions from an accident? (Even if the guy WAS a dick)  It means that my head really is messed up.

That’s got me almost as messed up as the incident did.

Spent the first half-hour after my “I’m gonna lie down now to rest but totally not taking a nap” nap looking at a spot on the wall, before hitting the internet and realizing I didn’t have to deal with this on my own.

I’m seeing crap that I know damn well ain’t there!  This has got to stop!