I don' like women. Not the women themselves, but what they do to men. Swaying them in every direction with their b-cup bosoms, wide hips, pretty hair and red lipstick. They make them lie and cheat. They bring out the worst carelessness in the greatest of men. And the most troubling part in all of this, is that they don't do it consciously.
In that case, maybe men are the ones to blame. Ruled by their genitalia, they break hearts, minds and sometimes bodies in the process of finding out what they want. Women are but tools, just as money, and guns, to express greedy desires. There are no true loving emotions in their soul's for these entities. Only a need for pleasure, first and foremost.
If I did not have a sightly above average physique, a goblin wouldn't even take a second look at me. And even now, in my slightly above average physical state, how do I go through life not comparing myself to others? The good in this situation lies that there is no more hope to better anything, so if an unfortunate series of events were to continue carrying itself out in validation of my own dismay, then there would be nothing I could do about it, because it would be fate. And at this point, I only wait.
