#I love nighttime. why do I need a man and/or pepper spray and a baton to enjoy it half a mile from my own house

[marshmalleaux-queen]

I took a walk as the sun was setting today and it was so neat to be still be out walking by myself when it got dark. I had pretty music playing and it was cool outside and I got to hear the crickets and see the yellow streetlights and the moon and some stars and it would have been an absolutely magical experience if I didn't have to constantly look behind me or have the heaviest feeling in my gut the entire time because I'm a 5'1" 130lb woman with no muscle who still looks 18 and that makes me a prime target for something dangerous to happen to me at night, so my family drills the idea into my head that I'm basically helpless because of that and beg me not to be outside farther than the mailbox when it's dark unless I'm attached at the hip to my husky fiance and that's why I get sent into a panic when a teenager taller than me on a bicycle calls me a dumb name for no reason