My first encounter with a Parisian thief happened on a metro platform where I was standing alone. I put my phone inside my pocket and crossed my arms while I was waiting. In a split second while he saw a moment of vulnerability, he exploited it but he had no idea who he was dealing it. I felt my phone being pulled out of pocket and turned around quickly. Behind me there was 3 tall guys standing and I wasn’t sure which one took it so I followed my heart. I grabbed the closest one to me by the arm, I kicked him in the shin and started screaming “YOU TOOK MY PHONE!!!”. The look of shock on his face was uncanny, he took my phone out of his pocket, gave it to me, and ran away. What a coward!
My second encounter with a Parisian thief happened again at a metro station. I had my headphones in, my phone in my pocket, and this was no easy pocket to reach into, and I was walking down the stairs. In a swift moment, my music suddenly stopped. I turned around, punched the closest guy in the chest, pushed against the wall, and grabbed my phone out of his hand. He turned around and ran away. What a coward!
The third thief I encountered came in the form of a coworker who seemed nice and genuine enough. She was always so eager to hangout with me and I didn’t care too much because I had an interesting life and many interesting friends, so I invited her out with me here and there. Then one day she saw something I had. So she started conniving and putting doubt in my mind about a guy I was out with. She told me he was saying he wanted her but he couldn’t do anything about it because he was with me. I thought hmm that’s weird.I was not going to have no guy insulting my honour or trying to play me so I confronted him. Turns out she was a snake so I went full confrontation mode on her and put her in her place. She literally started shaking in disbelief that her lame strategy didn’t work. She had no idea who she was messing with. Now I understand why women make it so easy for men to disrespect them. They hardly respect themselves. I kicked this trashbag to the curb and moved on with my dignity. She was too ashamed of herself to speak to me at work after that. She lost her pride, access to my interesting life, and the guy. Weren't those the very things she was after? Ha Ha. Serves her right. Nobody plays me!
The thing about bullies and losers is that they are all cowards. All you have to do is show them a backbone and they will run away with their tail between their legs. They know what they are doing is wrong but they are so used to getting away with it because nobody says anything to them. They purposely choose people who they think won't fight back and Paris is filled with these types of people. You can be the person to give them a punch in the face and take your power back!
That’s not to say I don’t love Paris or that I don't have a nice group of friends there. I love the museums, the food, the fashion, the architecture, the music but I definitely do not love Parisians. I don't like the way they treat each other. There is a lack of integrity in the society. I do not want to become like them, so I left.
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