The little WMD that could.

It’s about damn time I carry a weapon other than my keys to keep me at ease. Not that I don’t feel safe around here —  I feel plenty secure. Then there are the several days a week that I walk home from the computer lab at two or three in the morning by myself, and ask myself just how safe I am. Sometimes I walk a little faster, peering over my shoulder every couple of seconds. There’s a lot of creeps out there, you just never know.

I was talking to my mom on the phone tonight, and she got up on her soap box and preached to me about it. “You are too tiny, too petite to be walking around alone.” I suppose I don’t think twice about it anymore, and never think to have a friend with me when I’m walking at night. “You have someone with you at night ALL THE TIME!” she said. I told her I would get on that pronto, and find myself a nice, brawny male to escort me from place to place after dark. “Well, that’s not what I meant.” 

It’s funny because I don’t feel tiny or weak. Call me crazy, but I feel like if someone came up and grabbed me that I could absolutely kick their ass. Don’t quote me on that, but if my life was threatened I would go completely berserk, and use every muscle in my body to make certain that I was not harmed. In my mind and right up until I look in a mirror I am 6’3″, 275 pounds. I tend to forget that I am a little person, someone that could be mistaken as vulnerable enough to take candy from strangers. I am strong! I am 5’1″! I carry pepper spray in a fashionable case, hear me roar!

Don’t even try to put me in your pocket — I am armed and ready to put you in your place.

Hiyah! 

Roo