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Women and life

I get quizzed every so often about women and my dealings with them. I am honest most of the time. Every so often though, people go on asking questions and don't quite stop. So here's my explanation.

One: I don't bat for the other team.
Two: I don't get women as in I haven't a clue what the hell makes them tick. I mean, I know the biochemical pathways that make them tick, but I don't know what really makes them tick.
Three: I suspect women don't get me.
Four: I would rather spend time on things I understood or on things that were a worthwhile academic pursuit.
Five: Its way past my bed time and I am writing a rant really tired.

Why the rant? I was asked what the deal was with me and this girl I was seen with. My answer was a simple one (and the honest one by the way): she's a friend. Of course, in this Universe of weirdness, that answer doesn't seem to cut it.

I don't understand these creatures. I mean, they make no sense. They willingly fly off the handle on things that look normal. At other times, they don't react at all. Then they pull the crying bullshit. That should be considered off-side. They function on whims that I cannot fathom. They constantly beat on themselves yet they expect you to bolster their morale. You do that and they jump on the patronization band-wagon. They pay what they think are compliments in the most unflattering manner. If I did that, they would accuse me of being boorish. They are messy. Yet men are blamed for it.

Screw them all. I am going to live life to the fullest and whatever comes my way will have to deal with me as I am. I love my life and my prominence in it. No one takes that away from me. I no longer stroke their egos. They can all go to hell. Someday, I will win.

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