As I get more accustomed to the real adult world, I am more convinced that the world is essentially full of insincere people who really don't give a damn about anyone but themselves. Sounds bitter for sure. But I'm just being crudely and curtly honest about the situation. And I would point fingers and accuse the male species of being more guilty of such than us women. More and more I find myself being very skeptical of the words that come out of their mouths. For one just cannot be too cautious when it comes to assessing the sincerity of the male species. They'd say whatever they can to get what they want. That's what I've come to realise. As guillible as I am, surely I'm not stupid. But nowadays it's getting harder to tell. And I am increasingly less confident of my ability to judge one's character. I'm not as good a judge of character as I probably think or wish I am. Maybe it's because I am a slight idealist despite my earthy Taurean side. I want to believe that people are essentially good and sincere, and are without malice. But boy, I should really be careful. For I'm probably more often wrong.
Sometimes I wonder if I am really doing something that's allowing other people to view me in a certain light. But why do I have to change myself just so as to try reducing the filthy thoughts those bastards have of me? Why should I do that? I can't control what they think.
It's so ironic that an ugly duckling that I was as a child should grow up to face such a problem. As a child I worked towards developing my personality and intelligence to make up what I was lacking in my physicality. And yet now, the former are sometimes overshadowed by the latter - and I'm not even that good looking. Fucking horny bastards. I hate them.
Where have all the good people gone?
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