I've managed, somehow, to grow tired of loathing the women that don't like me. The ones that I fucked up with and were humble, they're officially cool people. Probably not going to talk to any of them ever again, but the fact of the matter is that they're humble people. If they don't wanna bump uglies and fall in love with me, so be it, but it is my hope that they at least dont change.
The rest of those bitches that were too optimistic or bubbly for me and wanted some tough alpha pseudo male to compensate them for delusional fears, fuck em.
This is once more the outgrowth of my maxim, so to speak, which is appreciate those worth appreciating. Male or female, I might not click with every person kind enough to truly offer freely of themselves to those they can, and some of them might pray to a God I curse at, or they might just be whores, but the underlying characteristic that allows me to sleep at night is knowing that there are still people who don't feel the need to fucking show everyone how big their dick is or how immaculate they think they are. I'm not getting into ratios. I've gotten over the whole concept of majority a while ago. There will always be more fools and cowards than brave and modest souls, and thats fine, because you really can't change anyone. And if you do, its by chance that you strike a chord in them that makes them reevaluate their life.
So love those who love you, appreciate those who appreciate you, and distance yourself from fools who don't know how to say thank you.
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ReplyDeleteI always go thru these cycles with my female friends too, but in the end they're always there for me. Even if its not in the way I want them to be.