I have roamed the streets in today's world of the basic day people assume would go well. A disappointment is what the day should be called. While walking down the familiar streets, a simple question arose in the pit of my stomach. It defined my belief of the modern world and the people inside it. But, of course, I was unable to speak of that without taking in the offensive tones of others.
It was quite disturbing to see how fragile this world had truly become or, in reality, how fragile man had become. We were turning into animals, of course that is what we are, but we were turning into cold hearted animals who believe the main purpose of a relationship is sex. That is a reason, yes, even I cannot deny that I have had such feelings but to say it is my priority is disappointing. It is a means of reproduction not a means of pleasure. "Safe sex" is taking away the true meaning and purpose of what it really is and what the main function of the activity is supposed to result in.
I walked down streets and saw men pushing themselves onto women. It is very common and it was mainly looked down upon to do so. It still typically is, but when a woman pushes themselves onto a man the man is considered weak for refusing the offer.
I walked down streets and-
"Hey! Get away from there!" The yell jolted me away from my thoughts. It was the voice of a woman who was standing by the sidewalk of a busy road and had seemed to look in my direction. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't realized my gradual movement towards the road. The woman came running in my direction with no sense of danger or caution. How strange, I thought to myself.
"Madame, I urge you to please go back to the safety of the sidewalk. You are in mu-"
"Oh shut it. Don't you understand how dangerous it is to walk on the road. You're lucky they're aren't many cars passing from the opposite lane or you'd be roadkill! Honestly what went through your mind that made you want to slip onto the road?" Her voice was smooth yet demanding. It was very strong and had a slight pitch to it. I saw how gently her light, pink lips moved with each word and how her hazel eyes narrowed with her question.
"Madame, I was simply lost in thought. I thank you, for you have brought me to see a different perspective of a problem I had been facing," I replied gently.
"Hey, you look familiar. May i know your name?"
"Madame, you know me. Quite well in fact. Though my name means nothing to you now, my dear old friend. You have many things to attend to." I blinked. She was gone and I stepped off the street.
In my hands there was a paper. It was folded to the most recent article of news, which read:
"A Local Girl Found Dead After Disappearance Two Weeks Ago"
