my serious academic research lead me to this

I walk alone at night. Usually a few blocks down to the 24 hour Walgreens to get smokes. At least once or twice a month I get hit on by some man from his car. What is creepy is that the last two times it happened, at first I thought the guy was someone I knew so I slowed down to look.
Tonight, or this morning, when it happened I was only a few steps from my house. This man did a U turn and pulled up beside me. I thought it was Chris, my neighbor, so I slowed down. Then I saw it was a complete stranger. He asked me "Where are you going" and I told him "home." Then he asked "where do you live" so I turned away and said "see ya."
Am I a paranoid freak for thinking that this man was insane if he thought I would get into the car with him?
Do any of you men have this problem with unwanted attention from drivers when you are a pedestrian?
Do any of you try to give strange women rides in the middle of the night?
I've been thinking about women's fear of men and wondering about the logic of it.
In the video class I teach it's not uncommon to encounter misogynistic videos made by young men. The last one made me think. Why do young men want to make films that depict violence towards women?
and now...
Why am I afraid to get a ride with a strange man?

Here is a link to a corny still image I made form all the stills I gathered to include in my thesis. I wonder.... I'm I too fucking self absorbed? Should I throw in other people's work? nah

I feel bummed out. I'll be here in my apartment all weekend working and I'm not even sure if that work will be enough to get me out. My Mom wrote to say that it is just her and my Dad coming for commencement, no Kiah. Tony writes to say he probably can't make it to my show Thursday. Arzu and Liz are off getting tattoos abut I'm to scared of permanence and needles to join them. I feel tired. I'm almost flat broke and will be late with my rent this month. There are things going on at Squeaky Wheel tonight but I can't go because I need to edit and write. I'm about to walk to the store for some smokes. I wrote my old flatmate in Weimar an e-mail and he wrote back, making me sad for some reason. My kitchen is still covered in white dust.

Tuesday night I decided to make myself a pot of coffee. Simple enough but I turned on the wrong oven eye. The eye that I did turn on had a pizza pan with a bag of nachos and an over mitt on top of it. I went into the living room and started watching Top Model (trying to get a glimpse into the lives of beautiful women.) When I looked over into the kitchen I could see a sparkly orange color flashing. I ran into the kitchen grabbed the fire extinguisher (something I've always wanted to do) and sprayed that shit down. It smoked up the house
Now it's two days later and my kitchen is covered in white dust and I don't have any nachos. I just made a microwave meal, thinking that I at least wiped off the microwave, but when i took the tray out it got white stuff all over my lap. I ate the food anyway. I wonder if that'll make me sick.
The thesis shit is going. I'll be working all weekend but I'm thinking to go to Hallwalls Sat night and watch some films about hysteric women. Anybody want to go wit me?.