I’m not bashing men. I’m just saying that they haven’t got a clue when it comes to fear. The moment I step outside of my home, I’m afraid. Heck, sometimes even inside my home I’m afraid. What am I afraid of? Nothing specific has happened to me. But, I mean, have you seen the news?
At any moment, I could fall victim to a crime. Women get preyed upon more than men. Sure, men get jumped, but not as often as a woman gets robbed, murdered or worse, raped.
A woman can’t even go into a public restroom alone without fearing for her personal safety. That thought probably never even crosses a man’s mind. Sometimes I wish I had that Point of View Gun from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, so men could understand what it’s like to always have this fear stuck in your psyche.
This is why I don’t need to seek thrills through jumping out of airplanes or trying to climb mountains. Just leaving the house raises my adrenaline level enough. I don’t need added stress to have “fun”.
So when I freak out about going some place alone, fear of being murdered, mugged or worse, raped, is always in my brain. I’m not being irrational. I’m trying to protect myself, so don’t judge me or any other woman since you don’t understand what it’s like to fear that way.