Why I Hate Society, part 1

The name says it all.

 

 

I'm tired of society. I'm tired of the constant heart break caused by society's rule that says that you can look good but be and a*s and still find someone to love you. It sickens me to no end when I have to listen to a sweet girl tell me how this guy treated her so badly but then she just turns to another a*s with a different face but the same personality. Then I again have to listen to them tell me how bad he is. I am a good guy and I know it but, these guys don't believe they are a good guy they believe they are "THE" guy. They believe that you should be privileged to be with them, that you should bow to them because you will never find another man like them. But I can tell you that they are practically mass produced. I could go to any public place close my eyes throw ten dimes and be guaranteed to hit at least nine of these types of guys. And yet this guy will be getting the girl still over the nice guy. How sickeningly upsetting is that. But there is something that keeps me happy. I know when these guys have taken up the prowl of bar rooms and night clubs, picking up any random s**t they can convince to go home with them I will have someone of true love to hold, to kiss, to argue with, and to be happy with for years to come. This will be the women I will have children with who will help me raise them through the mid-night feeding and changes to the F in biology, first time driving and the moving out. The women who will grow old with me and laugh with me as our bodies fall apart. The women I will argue with more. The old couple arguing, you know when they yell like there mad but its all out of love. Most importantly someone to hold me in my last few moments of life as I slip away in the cold grasp of death. So this is one reason I hate society.