Getting sick and tired of the females in my house constantly pulling the "crying card" to get their own way. I swear I haven't had my own way once in my own fucking house since they moved in.
I am seriously beginning to regret it. Unfortunately now I'm stuck with it. It's getting to the stage where I've become a recluse in my room after I come home from work.
Sorry ladies, but if you didn't have tits and a va-jay-jay, there wouldn't be enough trucks to take you all to the dump.
Snotface has her own TV in her room, but if she doesn't get to watch what she wants down in the living room, then all hell breaks loose, and frankly I'm beginning to realise her mother (whom I love dearly, mind) just enables her. I don't have a TV in my room, so essentially I can't watch my own TV in my own house. That's just the tip of the iceberg. Don't fucking whine to me about whatever inconsequential shit is annoying you if you don't want me to fix it, I'm sick and tired of just "letting you vent" and "validating your feeling" and all that other supportive crap ... because if you don't make an effort to FIX THE FUCKING PROBLEM then IT'S NEVER GOING TO END and I'm going to have to listen to this same whine looped into infinity. How about my feelings? How about my right to have some peace and fucking quiet? Why is it ALWAYS me who has to compromise and make the effort to understand women's feelings? I don't think I've ever once heard any popular call for women to make even a token effort to see things from the male side of things. You know - the LOGICAL side.
Go ahead and neg-rep me to Kallor-esque levels, but that's the way I'm feeling right now. I think I'm going to have to go and talk to a professional about this, otherwise I'm going to snap. No, don't worry, I won't do anything violent, however I refuse to take responsibility for whatever I may say in the heat of the moment. You know - like women can get away with all the god damn fucking time.
Bitches ALL be crazy. Yes, even you good ones are at least a teensy bit psycho. I swear the trick is to find the LEAST fucked-up (relative concept there) woman to spend your time with, so you can at least slow down or minimise the misery you're going to experience, ending only with the sweet release of death.
And THAT is 50% of what is messing with my groove.
If anyone has a magical quick fix where everyone ends up happy, please feel free to share.
This post has been edited by Sombra: 08 July 2012 - 12:20 PM
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