Incredible tantrum experiences over the last two days in East London

We’re a couple who both worked remotely so we were able to travel a fair amount. We’re based in a different city each month. We’ve been to quite a few places in Europe but never London. It was our 3rd day in East London when this shit happened. We’re staying in an apartment just a stone’s throw from Hackney Central station.<br><br>I’ll be describing two separate experiences as we were apparently just unlucky with this and that in East London. The first encounter with someone who threw a tantrum was a day ago. I was walking home from a shop when I saw a tantrum thrower. I was with my other half when an old guy shouted at us and was pretty much having a fit. He claimed we cut in front of him in the street. I have no idea what he was talking about. I didn’t see him. I assured him we weren’t trying to cut him off but he didn’t give a shit. He started screaming at the top of his lungs. He was so damn close to my face I was sure he was going to punch me. I don’t know what was happening and it was just so random. He probably had a bad day and was stressed but I doubt it. And then he called me a weirdo. I couldn’t believe he was so worked up for no good reason. I’ve only had experiences like this with freaks. He was an older guy who seemed lost in life. He was certainly in the wrong and I have no idea what he was thinking. He was way too close to our faces when screaming. He was so fucking close it was possible to smell his dirty breath. He really did scare the shit out of me. I couldn’t help but think he was fucked in the head. My partner and I were very shaken afterwards. We tried to let it go because we understood that tantrum throwers are pretty common in London but fuck it. What the hell is happening to this place?<br><br>Another tantrum thrower experienced just a few hours ago. I was walking to a nearby shop when I saw a random guy walking towards me. He was clearly homeless. He was very dirty and had a backpack on. I didn’t pay attention to him but it didn’t take a lot for him to throw a fit. The first thing he said was: “Do you think just because I’m homeless I’m a bum? Excuse me, son! Excuse me! Fuck you, you fucking bitch!” He called me a bitch. I was walking towards him and then he came at me. I was fucking terrified. All I could think was that he was going to stab me. I fucked up, I admitted. I made the mistake of picking up my phone because I was going to record him but he grabbed me and tried to take my phone away. He smashed his fist against my face but I didn’t fall down. It was so fucking hard. I think it was because I had a cold that I didn’t fall down. I was bleeding all over my face. I didn’t know what to say or do. He was way too close to me. I was fucked when he fucked off. I walked to my apartment and fuck I couldn’t move afterwards. I’m feeling fucked now and I can’t move. I have no idea when he’ll fucked off again and try to cause more trouble for me. Fuck I’m feeling like shit now and I can barely move. I’m feeling so damn disoriented. I have no idea what happened. I’m really confused and hurt. My eyes are a bit red too. I’m fucked and feeling weird right now. I can’t believe he tried to stab me. I fucked up and now I’m resolving to get a knife just in case these freaks try to cause any trouble.