Now I feel like I’m stuck a bit in a cloud of darkness. I look at the girls around the university and wonder how many of them were taken advantage of over the weekend. I look at all the guys and wonder how many of them took advantage of a girl on the weekend, or how many of them called a girl a bitch for saying no to a drink or to a dance.
It makes me think of all the things everyone on this planet must have gone through, be going through, and I wonder how the weight of it all doesn’t make the Earth implode on itself.
Like Alice, I’m just happy I’m old enough to be practically invisible. I can go for a walk, to the mall, or out for coffee without worrying about what might be said to me (positive or negative). In my late-20s, I mourned the loss of this, but now I relish in it. I am free.