I must of been a really big mean M−er F−ing man in my past life. I certainly have the aggression of one but at 5ft 2in I don't have the means to back up my big mouth.
Again, I have to say that for those of you who know me, this will not come as a surprise. I almost got into a fist fight with a cyclo driver. Last Night at about 10 pm, late by Hanoi standards, I was walking by him and he grabbed my arm so I slapped his arm and he slapped mine back. So I raised my fist pretending like I was going to punch him and he raised his and started to get off his cyclo. I put my fist down and rolled my eyes and yelled at him. I went on my merry way and he came back to hassle me some more. I yelled at him some more and shook my finger at him and he kept making like he was going to punch me and get off his cyclo. I didn't bite. I didn't budge. I kept walking and yelling at him. He seems to have learned the phrase F… you, perhaps from me. Then he I was going straight through an intersection and he started to turn so he almost hit me. I stopped and let him go and continued to swear at him. Screaming at people is perfectly acceptable behavior here but from what I understand men touching women is not. I have to remind myself that this shit happens EVERY where. After watering the plants, I mediated for more than an hour. It seems to help but I still think I will have a restless night. I will keep mediation... om om om