Zoo was painful. Animals were alive so one would assume they were being fed and taken care of satisfactorily. It seems a little unfair talking about animal psychology in a country that can kill you for having your own opinion or faith. I will do it anyway.
They seemed forlorn. So deprived of love sans a showtime or jeery, pokey, you-animal-behind-bars-now-come-here-you attraction, it cut my heart in halves.
They can sense love. They all can. Except man of course. He thinks love is his prerogative. His birth right and will accept each move of yours towards luring him. Let me correct myself. Pakistani man. The lewd, disgusting, ugly, uncouth, yet full of himself when the hyenas command more respect, Pakistani man. Yelled out profanities to a few but I'm not a teenager any more. I'm tired. Of most men in public spaces and my life. This innate commanding of attention and unconditional love just makes me sick. Yet the ones you want will of course be as stuck as yourself in life to even love freely.
I don't know what I'm complaining of, lonely unloved zoo animals, Paki men or my men.
Lonely zoo animals perhaps deserve a post more.
It was heart wrenching to see them ignore the disgusting jeering crowd, trying to poke and yell at them yet they would somehow feel our affection and run towards us.
Too much pain.
More later
Maybe.
They seemed forlorn. So deprived of love sans a showtime or jeery, pokey, you-animal-behind-bars-now-come-here-you attraction, it cut my heart in halves.
They can sense love. They all can. Except man of course. He thinks love is his prerogative. His birth right and will accept each move of yours towards luring him. Let me correct myself. Pakistani man. The lewd, disgusting, ugly, uncouth, yet full of himself when the hyenas command more respect, Pakistani man. Yelled out profanities to a few but I'm not a teenager any more. I'm tired. Of most men in public spaces and my life. This innate commanding of attention and unconditional love just makes me sick. Yet the ones you want will of course be as stuck as yourself in life to even love freely.
I don't know what I'm complaining of, lonely unloved zoo animals, Paki men or my men.
Lonely zoo animals perhaps deserve a post more.
It was heart wrenching to see them ignore the disgusting jeering crowd, trying to poke and yell at them yet they would somehow feel our affection and run towards us.
Too much pain.
More later
Maybe.
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