I've never thought of myself as a heartless or bitchy. I simply have
standards and values that I've derived from my own life experiences.
I've seen too many people borrow their identity and beliefs from some
religious or cultural only to become parrots spitting back en masse what
others would like them to think, behave, believe, and value. These
people usually proceed to self-righteously save your soul at the same
time as they enslave themselves behind principles that they haven't even
bothered to reason out or evaluate for yourself. Well, I don't need to
be fucking rescued!
After my father died when I was 10, my mother and I
pulled ourselves out of the gutter financially, and we didn't stoop to
marriage or helpless damsel tactics to do it, either. If you have a
brain and some guts then you can make your own fucking way in the world
and this way doesn't necessarily include men. It doesn't necessarily
include women either, if you're a man. Anyone who stands on their own
two feet can recognize other people who do the same, and *these* are the
people you should pursue for friendships and romance.
If a friend or
lover disrespects you, then it's your own Goddamned fault for putting up
with that shit. You made a mistake and whining now will get you nowhere,
so pick your bitchy ass up and learn from it. Being a bitch doesn't mean
you don't respect anyone; it means you respect the bitches who've earned
it, regardless of sex, race, and yes... sexual orientation. Character is
what counts, and the rest is wrapping paper. Of course, there are women
(and men) who are JUST wrapping paper -- equally as pretty and equally
as smart as waxed tree bark and scotch tape. Generally they're about as
intellectually stimulating, too. Those who are too dumb or too weak to
help themselves deserve what life gives them. I'm just not going to be
the one who listens to them whine.
I don't appreciate: a) those who whine about situations they can't change, and b) those who can change
things but are too weak of character to crack the fucking whip when the
whip needs cracking.
Call me a bitch if you want, or don't. This is what
I live by and this is who I am.
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