Sad lonely guy discovers feminism through proto-empathy
I’ve been dreaming really wiredly recently, having a lot of really memorable seperate dreams a night and all of them are a Freudian goldmine
I had a dream when I was climbing stonework in an urban area, and I only half acknowledged it that my body was different, it felt right but the centre of gravity was lower and my limbs were thinner, and halfway up my parents look up and say come down and then nag me to be carefull when coming down (i was 5-6m up max) and there were convenient ish footholds and handholds (for a climber) and I got annoyed because then distracting me was making it harder to climb down and I yell shut up, and realise the only reason they are so worried is that I am a woman, and as I make the final drop (barely 1-2m completely manageable even for girl me let alone irl me) it made me soo mad that they were worried about me solely because I was a girl because I had a brother and they let him get away with everything, and it frustrated me soo much. I woke up remembering this dream soo well, I could draw the stonework in the front of the building, I was wearing a T-shirt and loose jeans, with my irl climbing shoes on, I woke up wondering if this is what it would feel like every day for a woman kinda sad that’s what it took to think that
I guess I empathise a lot more with my idea of what being a woman is. then again I doubt it would be that easy to develop working empathy, def feel for my female relatives of a similar age that I imagine would be suffering through shit like this, then again the only example I can think of is one of the best swimmers in her age range so she’s not exactly got her parents worried about her drowning

















