Illogically Feminine

The morning sky is blended with a bright hue of orange colored cotton candy, the cool air welcomes my pace as I walk to the train station.

Wearing my normal suit and tie with a hot drink and an attaché case on the other hand, I try not to be late for my job just like any other employee in the city, trying to hasten my walk almost like close to running.

As I reached the entrance of the station, I stopped for a minute to catch my breath. A common eyesore clings in the edge of my eyes as I see those feminists rallying in the early hour, which is I'm too sick and tired of, out in the street with their banners of "women empowerment" and everything related waved up in the air.

For me, they're illogically carrying their ideals when women are already flourishing all over the Earth. I can think of reasons why. First, almost in every field: doctors, the bus driver, and even my boss is biologically female; and in every job that I already can think of is already dominated by women. Second, women can continue the human race without the help of the human male, considering the large quantities of spermatozoa necessary for pregnancy in banks around the globe. Lastly, furthering their current control will result to the invasion of the male species hunted down, leaving us to extinction.

Maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit yet nonetheless, gone were the days when women were shackled down at home waiting for their husbands, replaced by the rise of the job market looking for all people that they can get in particular, especially women.

I take two steps at a time on the flight of stairs down to the subway, almost overthinking about when it doesn't directly affect my life. Being a male person might be, honestly speaking, a reason I'm biased with all of this matter going on.

I face the train with the rushing crowd surging forward like a big wave trying to fit in that tiny little cave. People with their different reasons why they still try to fit in uncomfortably this early in the morning.

Suddenly, someone bumped into my left shoulder that I tried to yell to that person when I saw this girl wearing plain jeans and t-shirt, with her olive skin and a long black hair, looking younger than me in her early twenties.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to." the girl said as she adjust her balance.

"It's all right. I'm not as soft boned as you though." I said with a smile.

My smile didn't fade until she decided not to stare at my face with her almost angry expression.

"I go to the gym, you know." she reiterated after a few minutes passed as she defended herself and fought back but only through words.

I managed to find an empty seat and she sneered as if I was obliged to give her my seat.

Then, some other guy beside me was kind enough to give her a seat and I tried not to look at her or the other guy.

"You know you break my heart, don't you?" she said.

"Well, if you had one." I muttered back.

She didn't seem to be angry in what I said, instead she smiled with her brown eyes.

I smiled back at her and not even thinking of talking to her back. Yet I indulged myself for a small talk.

"My name is John, by the way."

"Ada", as she shakes my hand firmly.

"So what's the deal with you?" she asks.

"Well a dictionary defines feminism as the advocacy of women's rights on the grounds of sexual equality. Other women doesn't seem to know how much it costs." I murmured back.

"No one knows what really is that they want in life. Sometimes people just do other things that they take a break from their values. They tend to contradict themselves and their principles." Ada says.

After a long full blabbermouth conversation, the train shrieks and a unity of whooshes opens the door, where subsequently is my stop.

As I stand back up I managed to say what I want her to know. "I gave you your equality that you want Ada."

"John!" she shouted.

I gaze back towards her seat as she was smiling back and I was carried along by a strong force, being pushed by other passengers straddling out.

It is frustrating that a girl dominated my point and I fail to see that stranger for the second time that morning as the train runs forward its tracks.

She instead gave me a lecture about how she sees me as a person.

My mind jumbling up as I walk fast through other people and trying not to be late for work.

After all, I'm just another monkey trying to survive in the concrete jungle.

Now looking forward to travel every morning without the grumpiness. To see that beautiful woman separated from this madness.