Lots of men acting out lately. I keep thinking, ok, no problem, the trash takes itself out, the ones with ulterior motives are revealing themselves, so eventually I'll be left with just the kind ones. Every time, I think: Whew! Glad that's over. Now I'm only left with good nice gentlemen, because who else could possibly-- ?
But then it happens again.
The world is a bottomless pit of men all wanting something from me, then throwing a dramatic fit if I don't quit my whole life to give them attention RIGHT NOW. Boys grow up eventually, right? Right?
It's a full time job just blocking all the new numbers they text from, wondering why they yell what could have been spoken, wondering why they called themselves friends if they expected more, because if I'd known their friendship was fake in the first place it would have saved us both a lot of time.
No more surprises in my mail please. No more stalkers please. No more entitlement to my body, emotional labor, and time. No more microaggressions meant to lower my self esteem when their egos can't handle platonic friendship. I'm exhausted by what they put me through. It's so unnecessary.
I thought vetted mutual friends were safe. I thought my small town was safe. I thought my dad was safe. I thought my brother was safe. They keep proving me wrong, and it doesn't seem to matter what I wear, what age I am, whether I am on lockdown for years, or whether I only go on social media once every four months only to share a wholesome video of trees. It's nuts. I'm a frightened introvert, not a celebrity sex symbol, not competition, not a piƱata with candy inside. No need to beat anything out of me. No need to stomp or fight. Approach me slowly and gently or don't approach me at all.
I can't wait till I'm old enough for men to see me as a person instead of fuckable. Kindly take your dick to someone who actually wants it. Get off my doorstep! Shoo!
7:49 a.m. - 2022-02-04