This a short fictional story, in dire need of a good editor.
Every time I see a woman walking alone in the dark I feel the need to protect her but I can't get close because that would be threatening, better to forget about her and keep walking, but maybe I can keep an eye on her? just from afar, oh fuck we have been walking more than 10 blocks together, is she going to someone near my house? She is obviously thinking that I'm following her and that I am a threat, wait - maybe it's all in my head, yeah you are just a human trying to get to your destination, if the route happens to be the same than a random person that's not your problem, yeah, I will keep walking to my address, I'm sure her route will be different than mine soon enough and I'm overthinking it, oh shit - she turned right when I need to turn right too, there is no way I can just turn right now, I'll just stand here and look at my phone for a few minutes, it's gonna get darker but it's Ok, I'm sure it will be long enough for her to walk away, lets just watch some memes, that always makes time fly, "Give me that phone!" I heard as I feel a sharp object against my back, I freeze for a few seconds then I give him my phone, "give me all your money!", I empty my pockets, there is just a single 20 dollar bill, he takes it, spins and starts to quickly walk away.
I'm trying to process what just happened, I start walking really fast towards my house, I see that the woman I wasn't following its now in my path again, intrusive thoughts win despite still being in panic mode, thoughts about her safety and how she feels about me, I consider them intrusive now that I have bigger concerns as it is to get home ASAP, doesn't matter, they scream loud in my head, its ridiculous, maybe I should just shout my address then she will know where I'm going and that I am not following her? Wait that's crazy - I can't just shout my address, focus man focus, I just need to get home, fuck her fears - I just need to get home, its just gonna take a couple of minutes to walk right by her now that I'm walking faster, the moment of truth I'm overtaking her, she sprays a gas against me, oh shit its pepper spray I think, I'm not sure, I try to say "Wtf women" but instead I gasp out loud and its intelligible, she runs screaming as I sit on the footway
What is this day, why is this happening to me, I recompose enough to keep walking, now much slower again, if someone tries to mug me again I'm just gonna punch them, if that doesn't work then I am gonna be stabbed and I will be death, somehow tgat doesn't sound so bad right now, I try to think that better times will come, I start blaming myself, "of course overtaking her at that speed was gonna frighten her you idiot", but another part counteracts, "if you had overtaken her at right at the beginning where it was bright and there was a wide pathway this wouldn't have happened at all", that is not making me feel any better, "you did the right thing, it was just an accident, if she knew that you had no ill intentions this wouldn't have happened", yeah she is right to assume ill intentions from me right? Yeah there are too many bad men out there, and I could be one of them, does that mean I should kill myself? What? Where does that come from? Yeah you have determined women would feel safer if you just didn't exist right? That's too dark stop being so dramatic maybe I should just avoid walking alone at night, no Idiot! if I walk with other men that would just scare them even more, yeah I just need to avoid walking at night all together, yeah like the opposite of batman haha, I bet if I told someone that one they would laugh with me, oh right I don't have any friends, I foolishly let die the two friendships I had from high school, I think I assumed others would come later or something, my mind its gonna kill me, lets just turn the TV; just my luck there is an interview about the wage gap, some woman it's quoting how much female CEOs win against male CEOs, it's impossible for me to not remember I earn a minimum wage, this is not doing anything good for my mental health, lets just turn off the tv, I will just play some music I like, the ads on Spotify remind me I'm too poor to have a premium subscription, the third ad comes through and I cannot take it anymore and just shut it down too, silence I think for myself, silence is still free, and I try to relax to the sound of silence, my eyes betray me and they point me to a letter I received that morning, it's from the landlord asking for the delayed rent, I immediately recall it's not really a landlord but a landlady, I cannot avoid thinking that she earns more than me, after all she has a couple other properties in this same building, maybe more, I only found out about those from overhearing stuff in the elevator, where is the wage gap there? Wtf that doesn't make any sense, we don't have similar jobs, the wage gap it's about pay in the same job stupid, then I remember that there cannot be any wage gap for me, I earn a minimum wage, they earn the same and that's it, wait they want me to care about the difference between people that earn more than me? and that I should care that the reason behind it is related to genders? I recall now that some people do believe they will get a better job in the future so maybe for them it's easy to care, that the wage gap will eventually affect them, I'm pretty sure I no longer have those hopes.
Another morning, that shitty day it's behind me and this one is just gonna be regular one, nothing particularly good but nothing particularly bad will happen and that will be good enough, I take the elevator, there is a very pretty woman there, perfect body, full makeup, must be a influencer or something, she is talking over the phone, "If you really love me just give me the code" -silence- "That is not enough I need the numbers or we are done" -long silence- wait wait, she takes the phone away from her ear and starts typing something, then put its back on her ear and shouts "I knew you truly loved me, from the first time I saw you I knew you were one of the good ones! I love you! -- Yes tomorrow -- Bye sweetheart!", I assume he just gave her some bank account password, or something close enough, I see her body in her nice skin tight outfit and cannot help feeling strongly attracted to her, shit! Maybe I would do the same if I were him? The attraction I feel is quite something. I would like to believe I'm smart enough to avoid being abused in such a way but my judgment is severely impaired just by looking at her so I cast serious doubt about that, hell! a part of me wants me to just slap her butt, how would that help me in any way whatsoever? She would scream, other guys would rightfully punch me after she informs them of what happened, any pleasure wouldn't even span more than one second or two so why am I even thinking about it? Of course the very first reason that thought shouldn't exist its because it's evil, I wouldn't want someone to touch my butt without my permission so why I would do the same to someone else, well that moral filter clearly failed so I guess I'm just a bad man like that, wait I haven't acted on it so I'm not a bad man, maybe not one of the best ones but definitely not a bad one, did that moral filter ever worked or I just hadn't felt that much attracted before? oh shit maybe it's impossible to tell.
My expectations were all wrong, I got fired today, I missed a call to start my shift earlier, and I said "missed" in the spatial sense since it happened wherever the thief is and not in my pocket; the fears start seething in, I see homeless people on my way home and cannot stop thinking I will be one of them soon, I try to counteract those thoughts by thinking that I almost certainly qualify for unemployment benefits, that fails as maybe I just don't know much about law and maybe there is some reason I don't qualify, I realize that all of them are men, a detail that I had completely overlooked until now that the fear of becoming one sets in.
I seem to recall that feminist from TV saying that the patriarchy puts men ahead of women so I have the silliest thought and wonder "what is the patriarchy's number?", right now it feels like if they put me ahead of anyone it would be an improvement, even some pets have better than me, if they can put me ahead of one of those it will certainly help, but the patriarchy doesn't have a number, its more of a philosophical thing right? They don't call it that but surely its what they meant, stop thinking about all that silliness, lets just try to get some sleep, my head will be clearer with a bit more sleep.
I was right, I don't qualify for unemployment benefits, a bit later as I walk from the store from buying the last meal I will probably be able to afford in a while I realize I'm once again walking behind a woman without any other soul in sight, my life is in shambles but I still cannot help but think about how she feels unsafe because I'm walking behind her, and I ask myself "why do I fucking care?" I have it so bad so why do I care about her feelings of safety, it's my life that's in ruins now why does my brain bothers me with such things? How do I stop caring? That last question struck quite a nerve so I just stand still for I don't know how long, as I come to my senses the woman is long gone and there is even a few other people walking by, "let's prevent this from happening ever again" I tell myself, no women will feel unsafe thanks to me ever again, or maybe that is just an unemployed man trying to see himself as philanthropic and it had nothing to do with recalling that I have a shotgun somewhere at home.