The Form of The Flawed

Women like to believe they are so beautiful. This is actually true to very few, but a basic belief of all straight men. So what i’m picking apart the best corners of my brain for, are answers. Answers to why women feel the tyrant- reserved action of oppression against themselves when it comes to men. There is a chance that i may be cynical and biased when it comes to making my opinion known on this matter, but that chance is just as great as the fact because it holds true. A bat of the lashes, unknowingly of course. A little bounce in the walk. Extra time and effort into appearance. What is the outcome of these and countless other rituals, when they go unnoticed? We sulk, we bitch, we say fuck really loud, we may even cry .. of course only out of spite. Ha ha. All bullshit aside, what happens next? Men go on. Flirt on. Play around with their next idea of a good time. Laugh, plan. Whatever. It’s so bullshit. Why must we feel trapped within the part of our minds that is supposed to make us standout as the compassionate, loving beings we are entitled to be? See what i mean by oppression? Wasted energy on the other half of the human being. How fuckin foul. Evidently men cannot be lived without or lived with. Shall we begin to beg to differ?