thy name is the male ego.... nothing like a good old fashioned it's all my fault stance to take inertia to new levels. The fine art of supreme sacrifice and nobility, Hercules taking on the world just as long as he doesn't have to stretch too far for the remote. Why should anything be simple? Where's the ability to grandstand and sacrifice there?? Just more bullshit. Some things really don't ever change when it comes to the male of the species. Let's just protect the little woman shall we, coz she's just a friggin' idiot. I mean, no one really believes they have the sense to make their own choices, so let's not bother with confrontation, she's soft in the head anyhow..Oho... look, another benevolent touch... I'm only making you angry to make it easier for you to deal with. It was just too damn special to keep. Fucking patronising jerk. Just don't bother with the mouth to mouth when I choke on my own bile. Or how to lose your pack in 3 easy steps. Why bother to engage when disengaging is so much less taxing? What a fucking waste of time, energy and emotion....
P.S. - vitriolic outburts lead to stonking headaches that threaten to splatter your eyeballs across the room....
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