To be so weak and helpless and completely useless that I have sunken to stalking and intimidating a little preteen girl to even REMOTELY feel like ANY kind of a man– and to be so completely ineffectual that when I finally get her all to myself– I just fumble all over the place and am too weak to overpower her. She just treats me like a harmless cartoon character, patient, complacent, calmly giggling at my misery until I break down crying. She gives me a snack, thanks me for thinking she’s so pretty, but explains that trying to scare her was mean. Maybe I point out that it was mean of her to laugh at me, and she just laughs at me again– but she takes pitty on me and lets me take a souvenir of hers, and offers to tell people that the man who “stole” it was “REEEEAAAALY scary and bad– LOL!” So now her gift to me is the only cold, empty comfort I have– she only gave it to me as a joke– and went on with her beautiful life as I rot alone– probably on the street– having forgotten she ever even met me.