Women suck, there's no use talking about or to them... - 2004-03-13 3:31 PM
And expecting to create any sort of intrigue in the process. All they do is talk and brag about themselves, and whenever they don't, they expect you to make a subject. One of the only logical women in the world Mia had phrased it nicely when she said something along the lines of silences between two people being a good sign....Of course this was two hours before she ODed (stupid bitch). They're not fun to be around. I've met a precious few worth talking to, and they might as well have been one of the guys (except they had more shapely figures).
And while I'm on it: What the hell is it with every guy's urge to "find someone"? As I heard Snarf say, "I'm going to fucking die alone!!" So bloody fuckin' what?
Why does a woman have to be apart of the equation when dying? Why do you care if you die alone if it doesn't even matter in the end? Why do you care where your illusion of love comes from when it's all fabrication in the first place? A simple conglomerance of pheremones and etiquette. With the type of flawd reasoning these stupid ass hopeless romantics are throwing around, "true" love could come from any direction you point at.
This obsession is pathetic and a true shame on my sex--I mean, I may MAKE myself more and more miserable each day with the growing weight of depression on my shoulders so I can distinguish the fundamentals of purpose and my views of worth while goals in life like these jerks do. But at least I do it in style and not to mention more sensically.
You're already worthless and pathetic enough without biting the emotion hook son. Catch a fucking clue and work towards infinitely more important things (i.e. anything but women or "romance"/"true love" in general).
And while I'm on it: What the hell is it with every guy's urge to "find someone"? As I heard Snarf say, "I'm going to fucking die alone!!" So bloody fuckin' what?
Why does a woman have to be apart of the equation when dying? Why do you care if you die alone if it doesn't even matter in the end? Why do you care where your illusion of love comes from when it's all fabrication in the first place? A simple conglomerance of pheremones and etiquette. With the type of flawd reasoning these stupid ass hopeless romantics are throwing around, "true" love could come from any direction you point at.
This obsession is pathetic and a true shame on my sex--I mean, I may MAKE myself more and more miserable each day with the growing weight of depression on my shoulders so I can distinguish the fundamentals of purpose and my views of worth while goals in life like these jerks do. But at least I do it in style and not to mention more sensically.
You're already worthless and pathetic enough without biting the emotion hook son. Catch a fucking clue and work towards infinitely more important things (i.e. anything but women or "romance"/"true love" in general).