As the sun goes down, everything seems to have lighten up a bit in the city. You can spot the people you saw sad in the morning wearing big smiles on the streets. Happy hour just started, and here you are already tipsy enough to order those chicken nachos, throwing your diet away. But it doesn’t matter, you’re happy. And that’s all that counts. At least for now.

You know what they say : all cats look the same in the dark. Even the less nicest ones unfortunately. And it becomes even harder to recognize your potential enemies as you’re trying to find your uber. As the moon slowly replaces the sun, its light brings along danger. Forget your friends, the light bulbs on the streets become your best ally to defeat the fear of the night. Women, men, we’re all in pain, desperately praying for safety on our way home. All those weird people tryin’ to talk to you, lookin’ at ya, askin’ for your last cigarettes. As some guy offered me money for the last piece of hair out of my head, I suddenly wondered : do people get friendlier at night or what ? Or do they think the lack of light allow them to act as they wish, just like our ol’ philosophers once said ? The sun may have gone down, but it’s not a reason to drop your morals as well. Funny how our behaviours change as the clock hand moves forward. Little by little, you can encounter the neat gentleman you saw buying croissants at 10 am acting like a true jerk at 10 pm. And sadly, our women are the main victim of this phenomenon. Ask around you and they’ll tell you how many unpolite compliments or unproper manners they receive daily from complete strangers. Especially at night when their silhouettes effortlessly seduce the shamefree perverts in&out on the town. Gees, even the subway becomes a Mario Kart race for them, as they do all they can to avoid the bananas of the sick casanovas.

So to counterfeit this problema, bring out your brightest self and inject color to those dreadful nights. No neon jacket can be colored enough to fill in the job. You’ll be the sun rays blinding my eyes, and no light bulbs can beat that. And just like I strongly hold on to my hair, don’t give in to the evil minds of the darkness. Be the moon to the lost souls and you’ll be back home on time to open your door to the Deliveroo guy.

Jordan

Easy-going 27 year-old bitch.