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What you wrote is what I could have written. It's a whole other world. I've walked through bad areas, once protected by the luck of the ignorant (often didn't know they were especially bad areas) and then perhaps by my size, intent, and conviction that I will be okay. Mostly, it's just me and the pussycats, though they're better adapted for their nocturnal world than I am.
Encountering a solo woman -- sometimes even in daylight -- can be awkward, whether I'm behind her or we meet head-on, and every time I do I feel some guilt, like I was about to do something wrong, and I curse the sick f***s who created and perpetuate that dynamic.
Most of the time, it's just me and the night. I usually feel at home. Had a few freaky moments, but it's usually okay and the walk provides opportunity for reflection and problem-solving, day or night. I used to ride motorcycles a lot at night -- haven't ridden mine for the sheer ride in a while, but I do often run my errands on it after sundown -- and I've done a lot of night dives around the world (usually keep my flashlight off for most of the dive), sailed and otherwise boated at night plenty of times, run at night by preference, as well as walked through antipodean bush, jungle, desert, and mountains at night. A confirmed nocturnophile, I guess.
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