i’ve come to the conclusion that i hate men. not all men. just the ones like the guy next door, and his mates (i don’t even know their names, and i have no interest in finding out). i guess i should amend that statement to ‘i hate men that are arrogant, sexist, redneck, beer-swilling, neil-diamond-lovin’, “i only let the dogs out for a run on sundays while we drink beer and tinker with the car-engine, cause it’s a fucking hot car mate, and while we’re outside without shirts (in winter), showing off our tatts, we can talk about the weird, but hot chic next door” sons of bitches’.
right now, i’m so pissed off at the world. for gods sake, someone let these people breed. yes, the kids are out the back with them (and the dogs, and the cars), and no doubt their wives/girlfriends/committed-under-false-pretences sluts are somewhere inside the house, completely oblivious to what they’re up to. or, they’re putting up with it, because “well, you know, it could be worse.”
how? how the HELL does ANYONE put up with that? if its possible to do that without losing your self-esteem and pride, i’m completely ignorant of it. if anyone knows, please educate me. i’m more than willing to learn, merely as a psychological study. because, frankly, no way in HELL would i ever live with that. i’d hate myself for it.
to the guys like that in this world, i send a resonant and poignant “Fuck you.” those that aren’t, (and i know of many), thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for restoring my faith in the human race.