Men Suck.

Men suck.

All I Want Is For One Guy To Prove To Me That They’re Not All The Same
Men suck.
Guys are assholes.

Here’s a thought – maybe it’s not men who suck.
Maybe it’s your taste in men that sucks.
Maybe the problem is you keep dating men you don’t really like, so you’re constantly trying to fix them,
which turns them into an asshole
and you into a nag.

You become obsessed with changing them –
instead of waiting for a real man, you settled for a real hobby.

But then you don’t want to leave them because you have so much work invested in fixing them up –
nobody wants to find out they just put new tires on a rental car.

So you stay.
And get bitter.
And resentful.
And become convinced that all men are assholes.

And you start forwarding e-mail jokes to your friends:
Why do women always have to be on top during sex?
Because all men know how to do is fuck up.

No.
The reason you’re on top during sex
is because you always fuck men who are beneath you.

And why do you keep settling?
Maybe because you don’t know how to be alone.
Some people can only handle themselves as a plural –
Me is terrifying.
Us brings security.
Us brings shared responsibility.
Us brings shared blame.
If we is miserable, there’s someone else to blame.
If me is miserable, me has not one to blame but herself.
Me has to make herself happy.
Much easier to expect we to magically do it.