What is a man?

A miserable little pile of insecurities, laced with the belief that he alone can see and feel, that he alone is righteous and wise. Tinted with various degrees of a wish for validation by fellow man.

It's just the tiniest bit fucked up that all of life's most excruciating problems can be simplified down to these:

1. WAAAAAH WAAAAH HE DOESN'T LOVE ME
2. WAAAAAH WAAAAH SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME
3. WAAAAAH WAAAAH HE/SHE/THEY DON'T LIKE ME/APPRECIATE ME FOR WHAT I DO/WHO I AM


I'm allowing myself the guilty pleasure of making generalizations
just this once.