Inside Cafecito Blog with RA 1/6/18
“Whenever you’re aggressive, you’re at the edge of mistakes.” – Mario Andretti
The streets in Brooklyn were slippery due to the icy snowy conditions. There I was walking slowly holding my pizza box tightly. I was being so careful not to slip, when all of a sudden, I felt someone grab me from behind by my bookbag and push me out of the way so that he could get through…
Who in their right mind grabs a stranger and pushes them out of the way on a slippery narrow street? I was so lucky I did not fall. The aggressor was a tall male stranger who swayed his hips violently has he hurried up the street.
I felt this burning sensation rise up all over my body. I felt powerless and defenseless. There was no way to effectively retaliate. What was I going to do? Run after him with my pizza box? I felt rage fill my tiny body. I no longer felt the piercing cold within my skin. I yelled out to him and called him a fucking cabron. He didn’t look back, but flashed me the finger. I thought carefully. That was no man that passed me by. Men don’t do that. Bitches do.
I wanted to scream and cry and rage and rant, but as I continued my walk, I thought about everything else in my day. I did have a beautiful day filled with yummy mocha, crystals, and catching up with good friends and I still had the pizza in my hands.
The interesting thing was the inner conversation that was happening when I was pushed in the street. I was contemplating the divine feminine essence, her gentle way. her nourishing warm ways. And then… the incident con el cabron…
My takeaways –
*holding on to anger – Not worth it so, pa fuera #declutter #that #shit #now
*didn’t like the uneasy feeling of being grabbed from the back. It felt aggressive and like a violation
*I was able to feel some of his energetic heaviness and this was strong. It didn’t feel good at all.
*I too have a choice… I could respond like a victim and allow this to ruin my evening, or I could look at the situation and handle it with more grace…
*I didn’t say perfect grace… It felt funny and freeing to call him a fucking cabron 😉 hahaha!
*the other insights are for my own private inner world.
Thank you for allowing me to share.