Women. Bah. Complicated creatures, those are. Oddly complex and yet.... oddly not. I suppose once you get the hang of them they're easy to read. But Jesus is that difficult. It's like trying to finish a Zelda game in one day.... it's almost entirely impossible. Bleh, I get so frusterated with them sometimes. It's amazing how manipulative they can be, some of them. I really don't like those ones, they make it so it's harder to tell who's genuine or not. I mean, if you want to get to know one who's really really nice, then it's really hard because the other ones are so damn manipulative you start to suspect their genuine niceness is a facade. It's so annoying.
God and the insecurity! Jesus Christ not a one of them thinks they're thin enough. You know it's true, girls, don't get mad at me for telling the truth. Watching carbs, fat, and all that crap starting at like 11 years old. What the hell is wrong with you! God you all think, "oh no, he's looking at me," or "that person's judging me," or "he doesn't like me because I'm flat." Just stop it! They all make me so mad sometimes I want to punch myself in the face just to stop the pain.
Ugh and sometimes the makeup is just too much. I mean, makeup is supposed to cover the small things you don't like, right? So what's with the orange eye stuff and the red lipstick and whatever else they slap on their faces to cover up their insecure. Don't they know that guys don't care? It's all about the attitude. Not attitude like "Jesus am I hot, or what?" but more like "I have confidence in myself and my body." THEN NOBODY WILL CARE ABOUT THEIR STUPID IMPERFECTIONS. I don't even think anyone does in the first place. I honestly can say I don't notice that stuff unless it's pointed out to me. So, girls, here's a hint: STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT THEM TO ME. Frankly, it's getting tiresome every time I go somewhere with one of you.
Arrrrrrrrrrgh. I just get so mad at the lot of them. But what can I do? It's not like I alone can change an entire gender of people. I guess we'll all just have to leave them as they are. What the hell else can we do? I wrote an article. What will you do?