Two Weeks Later

Kinda like 28 Weeks later but with much less screaming and not nearly enough sprinting zombie attacks. It's an odd experience walking home and hoping that you reach it safely. I normally never worry bout that sort of thing...I desire that to diminish promptly. Other than some rather vicious and violent dreams, some suppressed and unexpressed anger, and mild crying fits (though I believe those to be unrelated), I am OK. I actually kinda feel like a Terminator...scanning every possible being for violent significance. It's as though I am in constant awareness of who is around me and deciding rather quickly if they pose a threat. Like my Terminator screen says, "Old, feeble man-Threat low" or "Two drunken dudes-Threat Moderate-pepper spray deployment pending." It's awful tiring living in this manner. So much energy expelled just to walk down a street to the safety of my sanctuary. I feel as though making eye contact was not the deterrent I had been led to believe but an invitation. Frankly, the opposite of what is desired. Like if you're in a bar and you accidentally look the way of some dude, he won't leave you alone for the rest of the night. Even if he doesn't have the balls to say hi, he will gawk and be intrusive til you leave. Perhaps that's man language everywhere...and perhaps that's what I did wrong. Speaking of drunken dudes...did you know that dudes drive up and down seventeenth ave trying to pick up chicks at three thirty in the am? Like has that actually worked for you before? Do girls really get that fucked that YOU are their only option? Also, who needs to get laid at that hour? Go to bed you fuck and leave me alone. Your drunken leers are not making my pants come off any faster...in fact, I may become celibate as a direct result of your comments. What happened to romance? Effort? Patience? Do these qualities exist in the 21st century male or have they gone the way of self respect and honesty? I miss those. My new favorite thing by the way...Policeman. I see one, and I want to hug them...regardless of how far up their own ass they've ventured.