I Always Tell the Truth About How I Feel
[b]The Unreachable Fruit [/b]
In my short time in SW I could boldly conclude that the single most hated species is the human male and there seems to be no equal to the level of detest that the human female has for the wild human male. I'm pretty sure if there is polling for declaring the most vile creature on the face of planet earth , the human male will dominate with none to challenge him. I'm in no way attempting to gain sympathy from the females with my perception on the males, but this is simply my failure to understand that it's unlikely that any women could ever actually trust a guy who is actually not as wild and as vile as one might think. The trust factor of men seems to have gone extinct and it was quiet evident with my short but simple chats with the ladies on here. There seems to be no thin line separating trust and woman, but there is just a huge wall which no man can scale or break to reach the prized damsel. I'm not trying to downplay any man but just regretting the image we men have drawn of ourselves and the reputation we have irrevocably defiled. The bitterness that we have left, the scars we have drawn and the lies we have planted and nourished in the lives of women seems to have propagated in uncontrollable proportions. While few men could be held accountable, it's normal that society likes to push every man alive under that umbrella of defiled men with few exceptions to the husbands, friends and boyfriends, yet one person's best could have been someone's most hated.
These waves of disgust seem to have reached every shore on this earth since these feelings are just the same on all the shores. The language changes but the disgust is the same. My naive mind couldn't understand the deep rooted disgust in the minds and hearts of women until I let my mind hover around the typical male attitude and the usual uncontrollable bursts of beastly emotions we men display. I felt a sense of distrust in myself and my confidence crashed because I got pushed into this umbrella of the detested, the defiled, the demoralized and the desensitized. My chances of finding a genuine person in this uncommon and biased world seemed a distant dream. Just another unreachable fruit.
In my short time in SW I could boldly conclude that the single most hated species is the human male and there seems to be no equal to the level of detest that the human female has for the wild human male. I'm pretty sure if there is polling for declaring the most vile creature on the face of planet earth , the human male will dominate with none to challenge him. I'm in no way attempting to gain sympathy from the females with my perception on the males, but this is simply my failure to understand that it's unlikely that any women could ever actually trust a guy who is actually not as wild and as vile as one might think. The trust factor of men seems to have gone extinct and it was quiet evident with my short but simple chats with the ladies on here. There seems to be no thin line separating trust and woman, but there is just a huge wall which no man can scale or break to reach the prized damsel. I'm not trying to downplay any man but just regretting the image we men have drawn of ourselves and the reputation we have irrevocably defiled. The bitterness that we have left, the scars we have drawn and the lies we have planted and nourished in the lives of women seems to have propagated in uncontrollable proportions. While few men could be held accountable, it's normal that society likes to push every man alive under that umbrella of defiled men with few exceptions to the husbands, friends and boyfriends, yet one person's best could have been someone's most hated.
These waves of disgust seem to have reached every shore on this earth since these feelings are just the same on all the shores. The language changes but the disgust is the same. My naive mind couldn't understand the deep rooted disgust in the minds and hearts of women until I let my mind hover around the typical male attitude and the usual uncontrollable bursts of beastly emotions we men display. I felt a sense of distrust in myself and my confidence crashed because I got pushed into this umbrella of the detested, the defiled, the demoralized and the desensitized. My chances of finding a genuine person in this uncommon and biased world seemed a distant dream. Just another unreachable fruit.
31-35, M
