Frankly, I am quite disgusted. Firstly, because I got a rather nasty comment from a reader this morning on my post where I invented Pink Saturday. I know it was from a Norwegian, because the English as funny structured and a couple of Norwegian words were put in here and there. The reader called herself Ida, although I can’t really prove she is a girl. Ida is a fairly common Norwegian name and I know a few Idas. What freaked me out though was that she suggested that Pink Saturday should be on the date of my birthday since that’s the first day of spring. Then she said she’d read my blogs for a few weeks from a link to my father’s company in KL, which can’t be true unless somebody linked it there. She also mentioned the names of my parents and suggesting I should go read their “Unhappy diary where they had written about their daughter. She also said that my parents would be looking forward to reading my most intimate adventures and that she looked forward to telling them. She ended the comment by excusing her English for not being too good and that she was afraid that I wouldn’t understand her, but she hadn’t learned any since the year I was born, and 23 years is a long time.
Ida, I don’t know who you are and what you want, but I would really appreciate it if you could quit leaving nasty comments like that. It’s not exactly fun to hear. You sound like somebody who’s got something personal against me and if you happen to be somebody I hurt or one of Bee’s friends or anybody else having something against me I would like you to tell me. My parents “Unhappy diary,” doesn’t exist. You’ll probably find it hilarious Ida that I asked them. Whoever, you are, I’m disgusted by what you’ve done. I started this blog so that I could get healthy channels for my feelings. I am a very hot tempered person and I have learned that the most constructive thing I can do when I feel angry or depressed is to write. I also feel that this blog has helped me developed as a writer and my inspiration for returning to fictional writing is slowly increasing. I have been fairly open in this blog and everyone who knows me, will recognize me through my experiences, but I have been careful about changing names so that some people who doesn’t know me well and come across this blog wouldn’t necessarily recognize themselves. I want my blog to continue in this fashion. I know I am taking certain risks by making an online account of my life, but I am hoping that anyone who reads it and put two and two together and find out who I am can respect that little bit of privacy I have created by blogging under the name Naughty Angel.
The second thing which I am a lot more disgusted about is that I have been subject to quite a bad case of deception from somebody I thought was fairly trust worthy. Perhaps you remember writing about KS’s friend Si a week ago and how I lend him some money in the belief that his sister was gonna give birth. You probably also remember that I said the guy seemed like an intelligent kid and that I hoped drugs wouldn’t screw him up. Well, they already have screwed him up, so badly so that he decided that the best way to get money to feed his drug and dealer habits was to steel money from a totally blind girl who had no way of seeing what buttons she pressed on an ATM machine!
I didn’t know that first day the money was gone. I didn’t know two days later either, when I went to the ATM again with him to get some money out. He told me that the machine wasn’t working. The way it works when I go to a cash point is that I press my own pin number and then ask the sighted person I am with to show me where the different buttons are. I know some of the ATMs I use a lot like RBS, but all of them are different and have the keys located differently, so I always ask for help just in case. I found out what Si had done later. KS called me when I was at HMF’s house. We were just having a girly night with some wine, pizza and chat and I had been looking forward to it since I hadn’t seen her for a while. Baby G was supposed to come as well, but she ended up having some kind of family business going on, so our gay boyfriend MM came up instead and joined our girly night. Shayn told me that Si had switched off his phone and without him noticing it, taken his 4 gig memory card with lots of music on it. When KS had gotten suspicious and confronted him, Si had tried to fight him and even pulled KS’s kitchen knife on him. KS, who used to be a bit of a street boy himself, is a good fighter and Si’s boys knew better than to try and fight him. Si though, didn’t, but his boys took him with them and left before things got serious. After hearing what had happened, I suddenly got an urge to check my account balance. Rightly enough, £200 was taken out of my account on January 15 when I had wanted 100 and the night Si claimed the ATM was out of order, he’d gotten another £200. I called Shayn and let him know, but decided that all I could do for the remainder of that evening was to continue my girly night and worry about it tomorrow. I am quite good like that, not to worry when I know it doesn’t help, so I closed my mind and tried not to think about it and enjoyed the rest of the evening and next day when I went for a pub lunch with MM. But I did text Si telling him I knew what he’d done and thanking him for leaving a little bit of money in my account and not running away with the card. I got no reply, but didn’t really expect one either.
When I got home, KS had called the police. Earlier that day, he got his older brother and some of his crew to come over. They had called Si pretending they wanted to buy weed and the plan was to catch him when he got there and then call the police. But he hadn’t turned up, obviously suspicious that they were after him, so KS figured talking to the police was the best thing. They didn’t turn up until the next day. It was two nice young policemen who really were on our wavelength and they quite understood to the whole situation. Shortly after taking our statements, they called me in order to try identifying him on the CCTV cameras which they did.
I don’t quite know what’s going on now. I spoke to a rather arrogant DC yesterday who said I shouldn’t have been stupid enough to give the guy my pin to which I quite impatiently responded that I had done no such thing, but because I happened not to be able to see a shit, not even distinguish light from dark, it was kind of hard for me to know that he was watching. I think he got it in the end, but he still talked to me like he was my dad and I was his stupid little daughter who didn’t know better. “I hope you have learned your lesson,” he kept saying. I had a rather pointless argument with the bank today as well. I called them to report on what had happened, but they said that since I had trusted somebody to help me use the ATM and since the police already investigated it, it was not their problem. I am never a self-pitying person, at least not when it comes to my blindness. It’s the way I’ve been made and it is of such a character that only very far in the future technology can possibly get my sight back, which means I’ll stay that way for the rest of my life, but I did lose it with the woman on the phone when she said the thing about trust. “Well, make them accessible then,” I said. “If these were talking ATMs, I would never ever ask anyone to help me, but because they don’t take into account that blind people want to use the ATMs and therefore only have a silly, non-talking one with a screen, I had no choice but to ask and trust.
Hopefully will get it all back, although I’m not too optimistic about it. We’ll just have to wait and see.
On a lighter note, I got my mooncup in the post today. I am excited to try it out, although I am not really looking forward to my period. It’s cool I got it so quick though since I ordered it Monday. Another good thing is that the server I download audio described moovies from is suddenly letting me download at a normal speed. Usually it’s slow and all the files fail.
Tags: Baby G, Bank, Drugs, HMF, Ida, KS, MM, Mooncup, Police, Si, Weed
