My word is my enemy.
Relationships ruin us.
Sex wins but only by definition of one.
People aren't connected, they're complacent. So in fact settling is not just real, it's necessary.
Men are like plants. You learn just what basic conditions they need to survive, you tend to them like they couldn't last without you, you never do anything that would confuse their ideal environment, and you'll be just fine. We're living in a placating nation. We're two steps away from wiping their assess for them. Maybe I'll never meet a guy who totally gets me. But that doesn't mean I have to pretend he's something more in order for us to match.
I don't care much about love. Or companionship. It doesn't motivate me. It only gets in my way when I stumble across a shitty situation. And I get stuck with men who don't matter for far too long because I've been taught that it's all supposed to fucking matter. It doesn't. I matter. My shit’s sparkly cool. I've never even let it grow. I've never shown anyone. I try to show these dickheads I date and they're dismissive and unappreciative because they're too daft to understand what's going on. Relationships kill. I see women dying constantly. Flowers wilting. Lights dimming. Men are idiots. Good for conversation. Great for sex. Horrible partners. I don't want my life drained anymore. I just want a motherfucker who knows how to fuck and how to mind his goddam manners.
Sex wins. But only by definition of one. That's like, 95% of my power. So I think I'll take it from here.