I took my first solo trip when I was 18 and I travelled to London alone, because my parents were so tired of my shitty attitude and me moping around. I had no family there, I stayed in a hotel. I had no concept of being an adult (not that I do now). I hadn’t even ever gone to school alone let alone the grocery store 4 minutes from my house and I think my parents understood that. I was literally ejected into adulthood in a span of 58 days. The first day I got there I was terrified. My parents would literally never take my calls (they knew what they were doing). Eventually I had to suck it up and deal with it. I was really scared of travelling alone at night and it is really not safe anywhere in the world, because I was followed one night and rescued by drag queens around 1am, which is not really late late. But anything can happen when your alone, drunk and even if you’re in a space you’re familiar with. Ideally we should be telling men “Hey don’t be a predator, that’s so fucked up” but this isn’t an ideal world. So now I always always carry a weapon like a fork or a pair of scissors or a pen, something that’s not evidently a weapon. I carry snap purses, that open easily with thick chains just in case. I only take 2 really strong drinks if I’m getting back to my place alone. I try to be aware of my surroundings and I try not to look at the google maps just use the voice thingy to hear it. If there’s a prick who think they can attack me out there, they should know I’m ready, because I have a terrible temper and I hate a lot of people and I bottle up my feelings and repress emotions, so it’s going to be the beating of a lifetime. It’s scary when you feel like you’re under attack, your heart rate Sloooooooows down, and your legs feel heavy and you get sweaty, so I’m not saying that all that rage helps. I couldn’t even scream. But try, try to run and fight and scream. Kick the nutsack, push that pen/scissor/fork into their eye, put it deep enough to feel the goeyness of the brain and scream at the top of your lungs and run. If there’s still some anger left in you, stomp up on down on their genitals, destroy them. But like I’ve been on 4 solo trips after that, so don’t let me scare you. Just be ready to kill a predator is all I’m saying.