YOu don't know how to love if you claim a person is too nice or good for you. Love is nothing but goodness and nicety. Kindness and honesty. How can a person possibly too nice or good in a world where there is so little of just those qualities? It would make infinitely more sense to hold on to that kindness and good so that you may survive the sadness, grief, the struggle, the turmoil, and so on, that exists imperviously. I hate the way the young love. Men too but I don't date men. I specifically hate the way women are better off longing from afar, and thus men like me are too because we seek practical women who are satisfied with being despondent. What shame a kind person feels. What agony is engendered because they do not succumb to the selfishness of humanity and take only as they need. All ills of mankind are perpetuated by mankind. Nature isn't some inconsolable fib, or a despot living inside our hearts and minds, manipulating our will and scandalizing our choices; nature is intricate but not definite. Choice and reason and sagacity could not be further from frivolity. I am at wit's end dealing with women my age and this is nothing more than the sententious pronunciation of such. I'm ready to embrace both celibacy and misogyny simply so that I do not instead choose suicide.