The Screwed Up Perceptions

Do you notice how women walk in NYC? They are completely and utterly oblivious to reality. They walk right through you. They have no sense of direction. Their eyes are wide open and senseless. Their mouths are gaping. They look like overworked farm animals. I used to think they were tough and that is they walked right through people. Until I tested my theory and threw out a couple of moves that could have been dangerous to their lives if I was a little less in control of my body, person and the space around me. I was shocked to know that they are completely and utterly self-unaware and unaware of space and time around them. I was greatly saddened by this treatment of women. When I encountered one of my examples, a small, 5 foot woman on heels that measured to about half a foot, and were stillehotes, claded in a tight skirt that limited the movements of her legs by limiting the extent of a step she could take, complete with big and swinging earings that could get entangled with something has she had a head on collision for which she was now heading. She has walked right through me, with ehr heavy bags. I, in my heavy boots, and worked out body received the impact well. She, however, bounced off as a ball and her bags fell. I had to catch this stupid sucker before she fell over backwards and broke her head on a concrete, swaying off her stillehotoes. She would probably just end up breaking a small bone or two in her ass, nonetheless. Did this asshole say "thank you"? How could she, she really was convinced that she..did nothing wrong. She looked around herslef in a haze and after finding her bags zigzagged off to head for another collision, with a much less understanding creature. Space perception? Ha! Self realization is space? What! This is reserved for the boyz club, cursed these assholes be.
So, the spatial perception and what is it. Besides the obvious developmental history- read the chapter of evolution, spatial perception is enhanced by exercises, proper positioning in space and time. And a woman is positioned outside of both, subjected to man's whim and will. She has no right to speak up against uncomfortable cloth, she has no right to speak up agaisnt uncomfortable treatement, bad and damaging to her health and body food, poor and disresepctful attitude towards her in public spaces. Correspondingly, she is not really here, in reality while being here, in reality, In other words, she has been so brain washed and abused and manipulated, that she is a complete stranger to her own self and mind and body. She is therefore, dangerous, not only to herself, but to others as well. She creates disstabilization and discomfort, unpleasant tension and outright danger to life and limb. And all that for what? Why? How is this allowed?!
Why do I observe this? Because I am highly organized, and reasonably ordered form of life of a specific and proud though abused family of Homo Sapiens. I always walk at a normal speed on the right hand side. I usually take utmost lane, and walk straight. And these women, walking in zigzags, perhaps pursued by the sound of bitches and hoes reverberrating in their ears forever, howled at by the guys who happen to feel like harassing them because they can, and everywhere and anywhere carrying uncsonscious memory of their little worth and lowered self-worth based on reality treatment of a low pay, abuse at work, sexual abuse at work and in life, mental manipulation and physical prohibitons, cheatings of their partners, hassles at public place, harassment everywhere, prohibitions of societal judgements against speaking up and speaking back, physical restraints that are health damaging, mind crippling, hungry minds and souls and bodies, beat up, bleeding, they walk off and into things, away, away, away, until the very meaning of "away" looses its sense, until the world stops existing, until the pain subsides, until the mind stops racing and dies. There is so little to hang on to, there is so little they are allowed, so little truth encouraged in their lives, so enslaved, so enslaved, so denied their position as slaves and made to support the imagery of an equality that does not exists. Like little kittens in the hands of teenage boys, abused, abused, abused, harassed, harassed, harassed, hassled, hassled, hassled, pursued by the sticks - the images, tossed stones of the content of ads that seem to scream "not think enough! not sexy enough! not groomed enough! not dead enough! not submissive enough!", pointed to, gestrued at, spoken at, smiles, smiles, smirks, smirks, hate, hate, hate, they still walk. they still walk. they still walk until they bump. until they fall untill they die until they are dead they walk and walk and walk and walk and die. It's ok, poor sucker, I"ll catch you. But I won't be there all the time, you know. You gotta learn to walk on your own! I am a child that was forced to become a man too early, no father, no brother, no mother, no lover, no sister, no food, no money, no warmth, no love, nothing, nothing but the predators around, all around false smiles, and false hands, false people, people that smile at me and stab a knife into your back, your thin, paper thin tiny hard working back. God, God, oh God. I will grow up. I will. I am growing up.
A man at the same situation even if he bumped into me, would do it as a maneuver, He would know the potential impact. The woman, you, woman, do you observe him and imitate him? Imitation is not reality. The knowledge that he has you will not obtain by imitation but only by traversing the path and knowing the meaning. They see and like children, repeat. My little poor cripples and creeps. What world. Without knowing man's motives - you repeat the maneuvers of your sisters, producing secondary and sick reality. You are searching the way out of pain ,out of nightmare, out, out, out. I am here sick, and I have to catch you. Father, Mother, anything, is there justice? Is there anybody out there? Oh, God, Oh My God.