Wednesday, April 12, 2023

Why?

Rant inspired by a few men I've encountered at open mics, on group hikes, and pretty much, my entire adult life. I think the subtitle is "wtf!"

Older men, getting in my space,

Too close for comfort,

I back up and they keep closing in.

They don't take the hint,

If they do, they don't care.

Hard to believe they could be that unaware.

Sometimes I tell them to back off,

Sometimes I can't find the words.

Sometimes i wish men like that 

would disappear from my world.


Why, why, why

Why do I have to deal with these things?

Why, why, why,

Do I think about these things?

I wish I could just get over it.

But I can't.

And I shouldn't.


I'm just trying to do what I like

And I often do it solo

Which somehow makes me fair game

For condescension and criticism.

Some might think they're well meaning

But I don't ask for their opinion

I don't ask for their help

Which seems to provoke criticism.

I wish people like that

Would disappear from my world.


Why, why, why

Why do I have to deal with these things?

Why, why, why,

Do I think about these things?

I wish I could just get over it.

But I can't.

And I shouldn't.


Is it generational?
Is it my size?

Will it ever end?

What's with these guys?