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[โ€“] [email protected] 1 points 9 months ago

I like Mildred. Such a shame that names go 'out of date'.

[โ€“] [email protected] 0 points 10 months ago (1 children)

And people hound me about how I'll die with cats and desperately regret not having a man to wash smelly socks for.

Marriage is psychological adrenalectomy.

 

Firstly: I'm reasonably sure these women are just kvetching. I often say 'I'd rather drink piss' to express that I don't like something. Obviously I'm not actually going to drink piss.

Secondly...I do agree it's a bit much to compare men to a deadly 1200 pound predator. I would be a bit fed up of hearing that too if I were a guy.

Thirdly...that said...I understand WHY women say that even if it's a bit ridiculous. I've had a male friend completely turn on a dime and send me rape threats while drunk. I pleaded and tried to reason with him for about 20 minutes before I completely snapped and threatened to do things to him with a hunting knife that I won't detail because there's no need to make people vomit. Only then did he back off and switch to making excuses and blaming his autism. It was terrifying because there was no reasoning with him. He LIKED that I was frightened and freaked out. It gave him a pleasurable power rush. The only reason he backed off was the threat of said hunting knife.

A bear isn't malicious. A bear just wants to eat. A bear can be redirected or avoided. You can do things such as wear a bell or carry mace or put up an electric fence around a tent. A man isn't necessarily malicious but IF he is...those precautions won't do jack poopsies because he consciously knows the woman doesn't want it and LIKES the act of stomping on boundaries.

 

I was trying to help a male friend with his depression and the entire conversation quickly switched over into him ranting about how awful women are and how we won't give him sex and how we just use men to provide things.

I tried sympathizing and he went on and on about how we're just ice cold harpies who don't care about men.

He complained that his cortisol was high and it was all caused by being single and women were killing him.

I lost it and said 'scoop your adrenal glands out with a spoon then'.

Ooooooops. I could have handled that a lot better.

 

I just went to go to bed and there was a god damn big ass cellar spider waiting for me above my pillow. Too rattled to sleep now.

Thanks eight legged motherfucker. Thank you from the bottom of my adrenal glands.