I was out for a walk in a nearby junkyard when something really strange caught my attention. It was a man humping a sex toys doll in the middle of a sea of forgotten belongings. It was a really odd sight and I just stood there, speechless and in disbelief.
I had no idea what to make of such a weird scene. It took me a while to process it and get back to feeling normal. I didn’t understand what was happening, why was he doing this in the middle of a junkyard. What was his purpose here? What was behind this bizarre behavior?
I took a few steps closer to get a better look at the situation. When I approached the man, he saw me, and instantly walked away in a hurry. He didn’t even bother to take the sex doll with him. The whole scene was kind of freaky and it made me feel uncomfortable.
After he left, I kept staring at the doll. It looked kind of sad, just lying there and abandoned. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Yet, I also questioned why a man would choose to hump a sex doll, in a junkyard of all places. I didn’t understand what was going through his mind and why would he be so desperate to do something so strange.
My head was spinning and I didn’t know what to think. I mean, I understand people have sexual desires, but this seemed really extreme. I began to wonder if he was so desperate that he had to resort to this kind of behavior. I also wondered how many times he had done this before.
I was still standing in the same spot, vibrators deep in thought, when something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was a group of kids watching me. They were probably 7 or 8 years old and they were staring at me, as if I was the strange one here! I couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony.
I felt as if they were judging me and thought of me as the weird one. I just waved back at them and started walking away. I still had no answer to my questions, yet I felt incredibly lucky that I didn’t had to explain to kids who were too young to understand what he was doing.
As I walked out of the junkyard I continued to think about what I had just seen. It made me so uneasy, and I struggled to wrap my head around what was really happening. I mean, could it be that this man was so desperate and lonely that he had to resort to doing this kind of thing in a junkyard?
At this point I really had no idea why a man would choose to do something like this in a junkyard, rather than in the comfort of his own home. Was he really that desperate for companionship and sexual satisfaction that these were his only options? It was too much to take in.
My thoughts were interrupted by a voice from my pocket, it was a notification from one of my friends on the other side of the world. It was a reminder of the world out there and how thankful I was not to have to resort to this kind of behavior. It gave me a newfound perspective and I started my journey again.