Next time I will channel Sali Hughes

My love of twitter is not dissimilar to most users. I love it for its news, views and comments. I enjoy the interaction with people I haven't met and I like getting to know more about people (with the option to stop following if they are not my cup of tea).
There are times when something happens and, because of the nature of twitter, it happens in many small stages which leaves you dying to know what happens next.
I started following Sali Hughes as she is the beauty journalist for the Guardian, but she often chats with Caitlin Moran which makes her worthy of much interest to me. Last week, she was on a train, a delayed train, when a woman refused to move her suitcase for an older woman. A man moved for the older woman but had to sit on the floor.
Sali was tweeting this, and her understandable horror at the situation. Then she tweeted "I'm so angry. I'm going in...."
This is what happened:
[She recorded it in case it got a bit nasty. I love the 'hear hear' from the back of the carriage].
I listened with so much admiration. Whilst I can totally identify with her feelings and I could even hear myself saying what she said, I am just not sure I would have been that brave.
One of my weaknesses is saying what I really think when I feel it. I am often wishing I had said something, or playing things I wish I had said on a loop in my head.
I am braver, of course, after a glass or two of wine but of course then it is possible that I will say something that I will spend much of the next day wishing I had said differently.
I know I am scared of the person yelling abuse at me - although as you can hear in this recording that doesn't happen. I think I am also scared of fumbling my words, even though I am pretty eloquent and happy doing a spot of public speaking. I am also unsure of how to end these conversations when it is impossible to flounce off like a teenager.
There was once a confrontation on a train over people sitting in seats my friends and I had booked. Two of my friends took the culprits to task whilst my other friend and I held back and then shook as we all gave up and walked away with abuse being hurled in our direction.
For a while, I stopped booking seats on trains in case I had to confront someone unpleasant.
I think I am getting better with at dealing with my life and my issues - but telling someone that you find their behaviour, which doesn't directly affect you, is unacceptable?
Now that's brave and - at the moment - Sali Hughes is my hero.


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