2018-09-19 - 9:13 a.m.
Dear Society, I hate how you make girls like me feel stupid for believing so easily everytime some guy shows an interest in me Get a grip It doesn’t matter anyway I can still lose with what I choose If I accept him and he hurts me, you’ll call me stupid You’re being a pain when you tell me to use my brain (Well, I do!) Then you’re being condescending with an advice so degrading: “Learn your lesson. Next time, don’t get too confident.” Dear Society, What’s with your change of view? This doesn’t sound like the previous you Now you call women like me paranoid for closing doors and building walls after you’ve convinced me that men are all preying monsters Now you want me to give them a chance at least one, for every dance but I get all clumsy with fear and worry What if this one also wants to hurt me? “Oh, but you can’t be alone,” you casually tell me. “Everybody needs someone.” Dear Society, What the hell do you want from me? To believe in love again? Well, I did. Look what happened. In your eyes, it’s the same damn thing. Either I’m stupid or paranoid, even when I’m desperately trying to stay level-headed, even when you keep letting them all get away with it. Society, You no longer get to choose for me. I do that when I’m ready. Think whatever you like. I’m done with your spite. R.
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