There are some women I just don’t like and often enough, they’re a kind of woman I used to be.
One who is so familiar, because I owned that aspect of her persona.
The ones who flirt but don’t mean it.
The type who pretend on the outside and are something completely different on the inside.
I really don’t like women who don’t think clear and you can see the confusion becomes a mess in their life.
I don’t like women who keep complaining.
I’m starting to avoid those who bitch about others with me. I know it won’t be long before it’s me they’re bitching about.
I find women who don’t choose empowerment over submission annoying.
I don’t appreciate cynicism, because I feel like there is some true sadness being masked beneath it.
For some reason, I expect more from women than I do from men.
Maybe I just don’t see it in men as much as I do in women.
I wish. We could all own our shit.
Not be afraid of the dislike.
And be our raw selves instead.
Get rid of the damn sweet train and grow a spine instead.