Very often I feel the need to be someplace else, go for a bike ride, visit my parents, go to a library or art museum, but then I feel my slight agoraphobia kick in, and I know that if I go out, I will be harassed.
It's peculiar, isn't it? I have been harassed about ten times in my life, and I have always overcome it. Not to mention, the harassment I have had to endure has nothing to do with the length of my skirt; on the contrary, it has everything to do with the harasser who is very obviously just an attention seeking, sexually frustrated neckbeard whose mommy didn't breastfeed him long enough.
I wish I could learn to enjoy my life and be happy, courageous and confident. But then again, I wouldn't wear a meat suit around wild animals.