I'm not bitter, I don't give a fuck!

There's been something on my mind and I've been struggling for the right words to get it out.  This is the third different blog entry for the same thoughts.  I didn't post the others.  I hope it comes out right this time.

What's the deal with men?  Honestly.  They really are weak creatures.  Don't get me wrong, women can be too.  But I laugh at the amount of crazy, weak, insecure males that I see around me.  Maybe there's a sign on my forehead, or an invisible beacon that says I'll listen.  Maybe I'm too nice.  I do listen.  And I laugh, and I share my thoughts.  And somehow I end up being tossed aside when I am no longer needed to listen.  And I end up feeling hurt and used.

It seems like every man I know turns to me to pour their heart out when they are having women troubles, they attempt to get into my pants (unsuccessfully).  And then pretend they don't know me anymore when things are smoothed over with the "others".  If this is how it's gonna be then, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!  I don't care.  I don't care enough to let myself get hurt for your betterment.  It's sad that your so insecure that you need to turn to someone who is practically a stranger for a lift.  It's also sad that your women can't handle you being friends with a woman.  Sure I'm cute,smart, funny, independent and just plain fabulous.  That doesn't mean I'm going to steal your man, bitch!

So I've decided that I will no longer make myself available to these men that can't even WAVE to me when they are with their "others".  Really?  I've decided that I am no longer going to put myself at your mercy.  I will not allow you to hurt me anymore.  I'm done with it.  I saw one of them today.  He was alone.  His face lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw me.  I waved and walked the other way.  I could tell he was contemplating this move on my part.  It was satisfying.  I'm gonna start flipping birds too.  DONE.

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  1. SereneAugust 24, 2011 at 9:27 PM

    It's a different world. There was a day that men looked forward to having a family to come home to. They cherished their wives, and demanded they be respected by others. I heard a story about my grandfather having a "stern" conversation with one of the employees who had cussed in front of my grandmother when she came into the office. I don't want it to be like that, but where is the respect?

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