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?
