To anyone that may be reading this right now, do keep in mind that i'm writing this for me because I don't want to keep this entry in my real life journal but I still want to keep some type of documentation of this. BTW when I do journals, I type like I talk...to myself...we all talk to ourselves even if it's not actually verbal don't judge me.

What is wrong with my neighborhood? Today I was walking down the street and Kelly this old ass lady was trying to get on with me. It was so wrong on absolutely every level possible. This lady is like 3 times my age. At this time I am 22 and she is 60 at the minimum. Alright let me tell you how this whole thing went down. I'm walking down the street as normal on my way to family dollar. She on the porch talking to whoever all up there they just chilling out let always. It's a nice day outside that's why I decided to walk and not drive in the first place. She sees me walking and speaks like she always does. I say hi and everything just being polite and respectful. She ask me how I been and I say i've been going to school and just keeping up nothing new. She says she can't hear me and I can't blame her cause I can barely hear her over all the talking and music that they was blasting. She comes down off the porch and in my head i'm thinking it's because she really couldn't hear me and probably just wanted to see what I was up to since I don't really walk anywhere anymore. And this is when ALL HELL breaks loose.

Once she comes off that porch she moves WAY too close to me and I mean she was ALL up in my personal space. I take a step back and she moved forward to keep the distance uncomfortably close. It was at this moment I knew something was very wrong. She grabbed my arm like and asked me when I was gone come over to have a "chat." I straight up tell her it'll never happen. She just laughed it off like I playing and she at least let my arm go, but it just kept getting worse. She sees that i'm not filling her at all and she steps back and picks up on a regular conversation, but didn't last long enough for me to get over the shock of what just happened before. Then she start saying all this nonsense, and I quote, "See I like you cause you real man. You're respectful, handsome, strong, and you got a nice deep voice." It didn't stop there, but i'm stopping for my own good. And she just kept going and looking around and other people on the street looking at me and stuff recording this shit on they phones, it was awful. i'm introverted, so by default I already don't like all this public attention, and you throw this situation on top of it I felt like I was in hell. I try to take my mind off of everything by reading some old Cavs logo and whatever their saying was back a long time ago and she thought I was checking her out. So she start shaking her breast at me, and Jesus Christ I was not ready. Her shit was sagging out of control and you tell she ain't wearing no bra. It was just so bad, then start asking if I wanted her to suck me off and shit; putting all these damn images in my head. Anyway after she sees the expression on my face I guess she decided to stop harassing me. Still trying my best to be polite and respectful of my elders I say by and continue on my way to the store.

I don't know why this happened to me. This is actually the second time, the last time happened when I was younger, 16 and some old ass lady was trying to get on. Me and fam called her Funky Brown, and that's why I titled this journal that. Man, what the fuck? I need a hug!