begging for attention
I want perfection and means to attain silent connections that I wouldn’t name.
I want delusions to drive me insane and frequent transactions to blame it away.
This all is obvious.
i guess ill vent here with this great joke/commentary i saw on reddit
How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb?
One to screw it in, one to excoriate men for creating the need for illumination, one to blame men for inventing such a faulty means of illumination, one to suggest the whole “screwing” bit to be too “rape-like”, one to deconstruct the lightbulb itself as being phallic, one to blame men for not changing the bulb, one to blame men for trying to change the bulb instead of letting a woman do it, one to blame men for creating a society that discourages women from changing light bulbs, one to blame men for creating a society where women change too many light bulbs, one to advocate that lightbulb changers should have wage parity with electricians, one to alert the media that women are now “out-lightbulbing” men, and one to just sit there taking pictures for her blog for photo-evidence that men are unnecessary.
to each his own, y’all.
i think im going to set my standards to unreachable and try to land me a 9 next time. note to self: 9 requires 0 daddy issues.