Men and Women
11:00 PM March 25th
It should be pretty obvious by now
that I hate everyone. I'm the
anti-social zeitgeist, spewing angry words from the safety of my home. I rarely go out, and I always come home angry
when I do, because the sidewalks are teeming with simpering idiots.
People love to whine. They'll go out of their way to find something
they don't like, and then use that as fuel for the rest of the day. People are also greedy, self-centered, barely
educated idiots who consciously avoid learning anything new, because they fear
change. People are not sheep, people are
shrews; quivering, gorging, nasty little
creatures afraid of everything they don't understand.
As if it wasn't enough that people are afraid
of the world, they're afraid of each other, too. “Dating” (I hate that word) has been hyped up
and overblown to such an extent, that it's become a chore. Because you people are so lazy,
self-centered, and stupid, you're all going to wind up with someone you hate,
for all the wrong reasons.
Men and women have their own
special ways of screwing up the mating ritual, but they do it for the same
reasons.
“Most guys don't know how to talk
to women.” What the hell does that even
mean? What, like I have to tailor the
conversation to fit her? Like she's so
special, that I have to change the way I carry on a conversation? Fuck that.
Just because you take it rather than receive it, and see access to your
cooch as being more valuable than gold, does not change how I will treat
you. I treat everyone around me like the
drooling idiots that they are. It
doesn't matter if your junk dangles or causes you to be cranky; I'll still hate
you.
Holding a conversation is not
easy, this is true. It's difficult,
however, no matter who you're talking to.
Sure, you can make bullshit small talk, but holding a real conversation
on a specific topic takes practice.
Practice, as we well know, is something you assholes couldn't care less
about.
So we've established that you
don't know how to talk to anyone. The
next step is to find someone you don't know how to talk to. I guarantee you'll head straight downtown to
some shitty bar, because that's the kind of asinine thinking that guides you
through life like a bull through a group of disabled children.
A bar is the last goddamn place on
earth I would ever go to meet anyone.
Bars are full of the kind of people that you should run screaming
from. If you've got any kind of animal
instinct left, any kind of radar that warns you of potential danger, bars
should set that off blocks away.
Bars are full of people that need
the help of alcohol to have a good time, or trick someone into mating with
them. They're full of women looking for
validation, and men with enough of a lack of self respect that they're willing
to do the validating. You've seen that
guy, we all have. He's the one buying
her drinks and telling her she looks pretty, while she pretends to be
interested. Have some fucking self respect,
and let the skank buy her own drinks. If
you buy her drinks, she won't go home with you.
Honestly, she won't. She'll take
you for a ride, and stick you with the tab while some other guy sticks it to
her in the back seat of his Ford Pinto.
I will say this for men, though;
we don't put half the effort into looking good that women do, and still end up
in the same bed. I wish I could say that
I don't know why women bother, but I do; they're spoon-fed this bullshit from
birth.
Women are raised to believe that
sex is a commodity, to be bartered, traded, sold (in some cases) or given
away. It's not an act between consenting
adults signifying compatibility; it's a carrot at the end of a stick. If he pays enough attention to you, and acts
interested, and only stares down your dress half the time, you'll make like a
dead starfish and let him have his fun.
It's the bastardization of the most intimate act possible.
Maybe you buy into the whole “no
sex before marriage” thing, though you probably don't. I suggest you pull your head out of your ass
and try buying into the gospel of “Make it Count”. It doesn't matter how many men you sleep
with, or how big he is, that penis isn't going to fill the hole in your self
respect. You don't need to go out and
get drilled every weekend. Go find
someone you get along with, and make it count.
If you can't look at them in the morning without wondering what you were
thinking, it didn't count.
What I'm trying to say is “stop
whoring yourself out.” You don't have to
apply your makeup with a shotgun, and have your “tits pushed up through your
turtleneck” (Dave Chappelle). Sure, doll
yourself up, but do it for yourself, and don't cross the line from “good
looking” to “tramp who takes it in the parking lot”.
It doesn't matter whether you're
an XX or an XY, you're doing it wrong.
The question then becomes “when did sex get so cheap?” For once, this is not the fault of
religion. Indeed, this happened IN SPITE
OF religion. I don't know that anyone
can really pinpoint the exact point where sex became a handshake, a gesture in
passing. I can tell you this, though; most of the sex out there is sex you
wouldn't want anyway. For every tight
blonde of loose morals (male or female), there's a thousand, even a hundred
thousand, average looking people that you think you're good enough to ignore.
There's too much to say about how
everything you idiots do is wrong, and not enough words to say it. I could, and really want to, go on for pages
about how much I hate you all, and how I wish I was the last man on earth so I
could have some peace and quiet. Another
subject beckons, though, and the people that really need to read this won't
ever see it anyway.
Men and women are the same to me. You're all useless.