A while back some chavs came up to me when I was down and basically talked me out of killing myself. Weird pattern in my life is when I hit rock bottom, a random stranger shows up and it's always a chav dude. They don't judge or scream "stop crying you stupid miserable bitch, get on with it", just ask if I'm okay and actually listen. Why are they like this? I mean chav in a good way, scally, charva, townie, whatever. Is there something about that subculture that makes them like that? They're the only people I feel comfortable opening up to besides therapists and these chavs were strangers who invited me into an alleyway (my friends were like "wtf were you thinking being a woman and following strange men into an alleyway"). I bottle things up otherwise. Sometimes I wish the men who saved me were still hanging outside that shop so I could talk to them again when I'm low.