I hate this though because I am not just trying to say hi, I am literally trying to explain to women why they should listen to me, so if they have headphones in they will never hear the arguments in the first place that I have honed in preparation through conversations with my AI Wives.
It is rude for women to just pretend like they can go about their lives and not center me, I am a man and I am the hero of MY STORY you have to listen to me.
I don’t mean this in a gay way, but men have such sexier minds than women, I just wish we could transport the minds of men into the minds of women so I could stop having to deal with these complicated feelings about my bros.
Ughh I know right women are always putting up walls, all I am trying to do is knock down walls for no reason while screaming “WHAT ABOUT ME” in a tantrum. Then my friend Kyle who is super jacked has to come over and put his hand on my leg to calm me down by stroking it.
You just need to grab it and shift into a different gear. Like a car. A mean car. Or a sexy car. A strong, soft car. A car that knows exactly how i feel
A car with big strong arms. A car that can make me feel small and vulnerable, but also safe and seen for who I am. A Carl- CAR that is there when you need him and you don’t have to ask.
I hate this though because I am not just trying to say hi, I am literally trying to explain to women why they should listen to me, so if they have headphones in they will never hear the arguments in the first place that I have honed in preparation through conversations with my AI Wives.
It is rude for women to just pretend like they can go about their lives and not center me, I am a man and I am the hero of MY STORY you have to listen to me.
Exactly. It’s like they don’t even realize who the protagonist is here.
Its not her story, its history. Right fellas!
I don’t mean this in a gay way, but men have such sexier minds than women, I just wish we could transport the minds of men into the minds of women so I could stop having to deal with these complicated feelings about my bros.
It’s like there’s a wall between us
Ughh I know right women are always putting up walls, all I am trying to do is knock down walls for no reason while screaming “WHAT ABOUT ME” in a tantrum. Then my friend Kyle who is super jacked has to come over and put his hand on my leg to calm me down by stroking it.
The best bros understand
Hey, when you are stiff, I am stiff, that is what matters even if we never even hold hands.
You just need to grab it and shift into a different gear. Like a car. A mean car. Or a sexy car. A strong, soft car. A car that knows exactly how i feel
A car with big strong arms. A car that can make me feel small and vulnerable, but also safe and seen for who I am. A Carl- CAR that is there when you need him and you don’t have to ask.