Since the good weather’s started getting better (read: by better, I mean I don’t need to wear four layers [vest, t-shirt, sweater and hoodie] as well as slippers and socks in order to survive when I don’t have enough money to put gas in my heating system), it’s been good enough for me to walk home.
Which is really really nice, you know? It’s a wee bit of extra exercise. It means, if it’s during the week, that my Dad can go straight inside to sit down with a brew and not have to take me home after a potential 12-hour-shift at the pharmacy. It means I get to stretch my legs after a whole day sitting down knitting or crocheting. If it’s the weekend, then… it’s a chance to stretch my legs after a whole day sitting down knitting or crocheting.
(Don’t get me wrong, if we’ve been out somewhere, I might have missed a painkiller dose and won’t be physically able. Or just might be too knackered.)
But tonight was perfect. I left the house just as the sun went down, so it was still day-warm/chilled (it wasn’t warm today, but it wasn’t what I’d call cold, either) so I put my headphones in and headed down the road.
Now, there’s a multitude of ways for my to get home from Mum and Dad’s. But I usually go one of three ways: through the woods, down through the estate and past the shops, or the “long way”, which includes going past the wee line of fast food shops, past where they’re now building the new Tesco Express, and through the industrial estate.
I took the “long way”, so I could spy on the new Tesco Express, and see how far it’s come along. (Landscaping needs finished, interior still needs built – car park? And lots more.) I met one of the girls from the Co-Operative across the road from me in the fields outside of the Jock Stein Centre on my way, and stood and had a chat before continuing on home. Passed the Tesco Express, and headed into the Industrial Estate.
When I got in there, I started my usual: excellent playlist, I’m mostly alone, it’s getting pretty dark…
So I start walking like I’m in a music video.
If you’ve never done it before, I’d suggest you do. It’s really awesome for building up courage and attitude and all sorts of awesome stuff. Throw your shoulders back, head held high, and strut like you’re being paid for it.
The only problem with this, other than oncoming traffic, is that I passed a few people who gave me strange looks. No problem. I’m in an effing music video. They’re just extras; I’m the star.
But at one point, I turned around because a car slowed as it came upon me, and stayed slowed as it passed, but never came to a halt. I turned to see what it was doing.
Its driver and passenger were both looking at me, and as soon as they saw me looking at them, the car sped up and drove away (at an illegally fast speed on that stretch of road, I must add). Hidden behind the car were two little girls, who were either taking a photo of me, or who were filming me on their smartphone.
Now, I know I can be a wee bit weird when I’m out walking, what with owning my own space and all, but… I’m not really photo/movie material. I went out to my second-to-last therapy appointment wearing my cowboy hat, and a schoolboy took a photo of me.
That, I can understand, because it’s not often you see a woman wearing a cowboy hat in Scotland.
But just me, walking along wearing a pink hoodie, grey cropped jogging pants, a pink/white/bubble-patterned backpack and a baseball cap?
Definitely not photo/movie material.
But they were definitely pointing at me, as I was the only other person on the road. I looked around, making sure they were pointing at me, and did the little shoulder-shrug, hands-out-by-my-ribs kind of gesture, and they giggled, turned, and ran.
I raised an eyebrow, turned, and continued walking.
I’m not used to that, certainly, and I hope it doesn’t become a habit.
I’m not a fucking sideshow freak. I’m just fat.