While walking home Wednesday night, I had a feeling as if I was being followed. Someone was quick on my footsteps. They seemed to keep the same pace, turn the same direction and always be right behind me, not by accident but with full intent. The nervousness and paranoia of being followed is something we have all felt at one time or another. If we are actually being followed or not, doesn't matter as the feelings evoked are real.
While being followed is a relatable feeling for me, the feelings that come along with following someone are things that I have never experienced. I decided to follow 2 people, a man and a woman.
She crossed the road several times, until I could no longer keep up with her. The entire time I was following her I felt as though people were watching me. I was nervous she was going to confront me about it and embarrassed that I was trying so hard to keep up with her.
The man seemed to be unaware of me being right behind him.
The act of following someone was rather difficult. The varying feelings that came from it were, in some part, expected.
What was most shocking was how the act of giving up control of where you were walking was. In this case, the act of stalking someones walk took away my power in deciding, where and how I was walking.