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It's taken me this long to respond to this post for several reasons, the main one being that I havn't felt that I was able to express what I really wanted to say. However, a recent post has helped me to clear that up:
Originally posted by some chick
Now I see why you're her "ex." Sounds like she's too much for YOU! Why don't YOU move on.
Here's a very good example of why women make me feel empty inside. Instead of responding to shedevil's ex's post in a logically critical manner she responds with a personal attack that 1.)is completely un-provable in the context of this message board and 2.) has absolutely no bearing on whether he is right or wrong.
Basically this response indicates to me that the poster's mind is intellectually blank. While this mind may have a capacity for reason they have chosen to ignore or outright refused to use it.
So, how could I love a creature that has abandoned what makes us human: reason? How could I possibly love a creature that has rejected their (human) soul? Women make me feel empty inside because I sense the black hole within them. They seem to have a constant need to feed their negative emotions (ze black hole in question) in a leach like way. Why can't they get their own lives and passions? Why must they try and suck the life out of mine? And of course, everything is always about THEM.
When I came to this board years ago it was because I wanted to get chicks, but now that I see them for what they are I don’t see how I could ever love one. I think part of the problem is that I’ve expected too much out of other people, and have seen others in too benevolent of a light. On the inside, most women are pretty ****ing ugly. (This goes for a lot of men too, but I’m not sexually attracted to them; so it’s not that big an issue with me.) Sometimes I wonder how they got that way. It is simply in their nature, or were they made into these creatures? I wonder what they needed to do so that they couldn’t see themselves in the mirror anymore?
This isn’t the opinion of some newb who had his oneitis break his heart. This is the opinion of someone who’s see how women are first hand, been friends with them and seen over and over how they think and how all women are fundamentally the same. I want to be wrong about this, I want to be wrong very badly; but I cannot deny what I see in front of me and I can’t deny what life has taught me.
Maybe I’m just too soft; maybe I need to drown my soul in booze or drugs so the damn thing will turn itself off. Maybe it’s because I see in my dreams how the world could be, and that makes waking life all the more difficult to endure.
I don’t have answers, but I’m glad I vented.
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